Caution Tape: Under Construction

I haven't posed this question of myself for some time: What is currently under construction? Besides my patience level, that is...I was hankering to cut grass that seems almost a foot high due to our 6-week negligence and discovered that even the usual "start it up with the car and jumper cables" routine failed, and that nonetheless the gas (and containers usually topped up) were bone-dry empty...Despite noxious environmental repurcussions (and yes, I still plan to rid the front lawn entirely of all grass) I now understand my father's almost-obsessive infatuation with lawn cutting. Escapism: no calf-hugging children, no smiling but absent mother-in-law, no ipod-engrossed spouse, no unpaid bills, no rattling telephone...just prayerful silence. (Well, sort-of-silence - the "heard-through-earplugs roaring murmur" of a silence.)

But as for "under construction" on non-emotional topics??? Turns out, after consultation with a contractor friend, that our year-and-a-half bathroom renovation would be simple, cheap, and likely completed already had we not chosen in-floor heating; I am gently begging Jeff to give up his dreams a HEATED floor simply so we might have A FLOOR!

I'm trying for more construction on the mental level - it feels incredible to fit in hurried moments of book ingestion...while in the backseat on the way to church, a minute here while kids slide, a moment there while supper brews, anywhere, everywhere...

offeecay anyoneway???

Into the wee hours of last night I did something extremely asinine - perhaps not so silly back in the days when I didn't have toddlers hugging me awake early morning and an unusually chipper spouse practically singing "up and at 'em". But silly now, with those previously-mentioned life factors and for so many other reasons... Until 3:30 in the morning I satiated my literary yearnings with some cheesy Cecilia Ahern novel. (Did you see "P.S. I Love You" - the flick that played bully with my tear ducts? She wrote the book in her barely-escaping-teenage-hood-years - last night I inhaled "Thanks for the Memories".)



offeecay anyoneway??? [Did you perhaps already know the fantabulous fact that at http://users.snowcrest.net/donnelly/piglatin.html you can translate anything you so desire into pig latin??? Whatever would we do without such illiancebray?]

Massive cuppa caffeine adoringly rests within reach...

Here's where gratitude surfaces. Did you realize that 26% of the world's adult population is illiterate? And I can read. According to answers.com "in 2005 an approximated 1 billion did not have suitable housing and 100 million were totally homeless". And I have a home in which to read. WFP (World Food Programme) shares that "today, one in six people do not get enough food to be healthy and lead an active life, making hunger and malnutrition the number one risk to health worldwide -- greater than AIDS, malaria and tuberculosis combined". And I have food AND a coffee....

What can we do to make a difference? How can I stop thinking me, me, ME?