Mostly done

They guests have come and gone. I love them, I do. And I know the parents worry, that's part of their job. But I guess I have to think that at some point you just keep your mouth shut and worry quietly. The neighborhood, the music, the L, the car. It's exhausting trying to keep back this sometimes overwhelming wave of worry and negativity. My father wanted to knock on the back door of my loud music playing neighbor. To which I heartily objected. He doesn't know if this guy will have a gun or a knife. What I do know is that he occasionally yells out his window at nothing. I worry that he is has gone off his medication or something like that and I would much rather have my building manager talk to him than have him know that I am annoyed with him for his loud music playing. But I don't mention the yelling out the window or the fact that my white table disappeared from my back stairwell and then reappeared just as suddenly. I do mention that I will have to deal with the fallout if he decides to knock.

The truth is I am doing the best that I can with what I've got coming in. The truth is that living where I live is less exhausting than thinking about moving. The truth is I worry too. The truth is I try not to be stupid.

But the truth also is that they traveled out here to celebrate this. And Dad made me a little teary with the "your grandparents would have been proud."

One of my favorite pictures from the weekend:And another: