There's lumberthing I want to tell you

[lumberjim]

He's already happier. He's got into carving soap stone, and is spending a lot of time covering my shop in a light white powder from sanding it. Lots of tutorials on using power equipment and work holding and making jigs or vise settings to accomplish what he's trying to do to the stone.

And I've got all this shit like glow in the dark mica powder and odd bits of exotic wood and finishing oils. And so many tools. He's engaged and amiable. He even mower the lawn for me today. Weeding, edging and mulching the last flower beds in the next couple days....

Yeah, long time I wanted this. I feel almost vindicated for working so hard that I'm in a position to be able to provide a better environment.... and for being likeable enough that he decided to come live here. I've had this kind of weird guilt thing going on in the background, knowing that he was is such a jam, and i was doing well. Hopefully, his mom will do better now that she has less expense and more freedom. Not that she didn't do her best before... Just... I hope she isn't lonely. But I hope my son has his best chance to thrive a lot more.

There will be adjustments. Like I need to get him to be better about cleaning up the kitchen after he cooks. He's a vegetarian, and I'm the opposite. Amanda is normal. So far we're all kind of fending for ourselves with meals. And this will change again when I go back to work.

As always, the only thing you can really count on is change. I'm bullish right now as my back is getting better, the weather is improving, and Spencer deciding to get out of stasis all coalesced at once. All this virus scary shit and masks and economy blah blah can suck it. I'm good.