Words of the week: Windows and doctors.

Best Riding Friend had new windows installed throughout the rest of the house this week, which meant moving the furniture to the center of each room and pulling down the window coverings. We’re still putting the blinds up. BRF has also decided not to hang the curtains back; instead, she wants to hang sheers and new blinds.

Because I’m the only one in the house stable enough to get on a ladder, I was elected to pull the screws and get the brackets out of the way of the contractors. Now, I’m a writer and not a technician for a reason: Tools and I don’t always work together well. Some days I can run a screwdriver; other days, it has its way with me.

Thursday was one of those days where the screw gun fought with me all afternoon. It’s a good thing that First Reader and BRF are used to the way I work. I cursed and slammed my way through the task of taking the curtain rods down, but eventually, the job was complete. Now comes the task of replacing the blinds. We lost a bit of window well space, so there’s no room for my little fan. I decided to add a couple of temporary shelves to lift the fan, so it’s closer to the open window.

The other event of note is that I had a follow-up appointment with my doctor. After a bare four-and-a-half months of dietary changes and increased exercise, my blood tests came back, showing that I’m putting in the work to wrestle my health back where it belongs. I’m not there yet, but I’m definitely heading in the right direction. I’ll keep doing what I’m doing and check back in with her in a few months.

We also talked to a loan officer working with our case manager yesterday. We still have some homework to do before the financing of our new home is complete. Now I need to start pushing our contractors along so we can get this ball rolling up the mountain. We only have a few more estimates to secure, then we’ll be able to move ahead with the financing. With luck, we’ll have all the pieces in place before the end of the month.

How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time.