bolting together happiness

I cooked my first dinner for someone else in the Devil Girl House. That someone was of course my son, whose new apartment downstairs was full of unpacked boxes and unassembled furniture.

But there's less unassembled furniture there than there was when he arrived. We got most of the way through assembling his bed in a couple of hours. His hands shook, as ever, from using ADHD meds*, but nevertheless he screwed the nuts onto the bolts. He even helped me "read" the diagrammatic IKEA instructions. He actually helped, he didn't "help" as he did when he was a toddler.

I told him he was better at furniture assembly than he thought he was. And I meant it. On Saturday he's coming over to put his dresser together. I'm looking forward to it.



*This breaks my heart every time I see it, which is at least weekly. My son expressed a yearning for ADHD meds that don't have that side effect.