I know I am home in Arizona when:
- I have to move a caulking gun, ratchet set, and paint can to make toast in the kitchen.
- I find myself on the kitchen floor Sunday afternoon, nail gun in hand, trying to reattach faceplates to cabinetry.
- I help my dad move various large appliances.
- Cora Jo stepped on a nail at a maintenance yard, igniting a flurry of emails to the Atlantic about tetanus shot dates and records. She has had her tetanus, we’re monitoring her foot, and we’ve bought sneakers and socks at Wal-Mart to wear until it heals.
- Ransom walks around in a perpetual cloud of sawdust from using the table sander on his various wooden implements—a sword, a wand, a machete, etc. He’s in heaven.
This is the kind of character building that I fail to supply on a daily basis. Thank goodness we can visit Arizona to have these experiences. 🙂