In praise of industry

I finally built my little Ikea bathroom thingy. I even tried to install some window coverings, but found that I lacked the tools I needed. All the same, there's now a little something on which to stack other somethings on the floor of my old-fashioned bathroom. Maybe even burn a pretty candle or display a bit of ikebana. Ah, the ambitions that come with a new home. How shortlived they are likely to be. A sinking feeling overcomes me when I imagine how many more weeks my apartment is likely to smell of cardboard. Make time, Mary. Paradoxically, there will be time for making other things later.