The Joy Build
I’m a girl who really, really enjoys flopping her head down on the pillow at the end of the day with a great big sigh when its been a day of gettin’er done. While getting things done now is varied and quite scattered, it also has much to do with surviving the hours between dinner and bedtime. Amen. The satisfaction of mostly clean, contented little people dreaming in the bedrooms that flank ours is joy in the accomplishment of a task.
I’ve long admired those with work that stands to be seen at the end of the day. Even at work, the tasks I accomplish look like less paperwork on my desk, rather than more of something valuable created.
But, not this guy. He builds stuff. He builds stuff that people live, work and play in. At the end of the day he can stand back and visually assess his work. Framing walls, setting trusses, building staircases.
As my father would say he sees the work.
You know the kind or maybe you are the kind. Place him or her in the middle of a construction site, triage situation, black Friday frenzy – they got this. They see what needs to be done, prioritize and go. No meetings to attend, just experience and education to rely on. They are a marvel to behold in all kinds of situations. They’re always running into the fray instead of out of it. They are never at a loss for what to do next. Even in the now, they are contemplating the next.
And this summer, for a small window of time, I get to be a part of creating something as we build our house. I get to appreciate my husband in his element. Even though I have to occasionally remind him to explain things to me like I’m a customer instead of his wife. (Read: no eye rolling at wifey’s crazy questions). Just because a woman is married to a surgeon does not mean she knows the in’s and out’s of the operating room by osmosis.
So all those ideas I’ve been curating since I was in high school get to finally be carefully sifted for possible design use. I have frayed and yellowing magazine cutouts from way before Pinterest or Houzz. I figure if anything has stood the test of time for 20 years and I still like it, then it’s open for consideration.
I’ve lived in 10 different places: 2 childhood homes, 1 dorm, 2 raggedy old college houses, 2 apartment buildings, 1 condo, a duplex and currently my husband’s grandfather’s old home. We’re ready to be settled. And as the stuff manager of our household, I am so, so ready to purge and donate and sell and get rid of stuff.
So, if you need me, I will be scrounging up old boxes, collecting newspaper, tossing things in the dumpster, selling things on Craigslist and consignment shops, and generally pointing to things in catalogs and looking squarely up at my husband saying, “what about this, can you build this?”
Happy summering, y’all. Another school year survived. Hasta la vista homework and school memos!
Hello to planting more flowers, more baking with my boys and snuggling this little man more before he’s too fast to catch.
Now, who’s in the mood for a bloody mary? In addition to building tall buildings, my husband also makes one mean bloody mary.