the state of me
This week, my writing is reduced to bullet-points.
- I took all the food, frozen and otherwise, out of the fridge this morning and put it in boxes. The doors and drawers were removed. All this happened so we could squeeze the monster-fridge through the ripped up doorway and into the dining room.
-Moving all our food seemed to exhaust me, so I made #1 Daughter put it all back.
-The dining room has weird furniture in it. Like a set of metal shelving. And a plastic garbage container. And a fridge. Oh yes, and a plastic door with a zipper.
- A plastic wall separates the dining room (formerly the family room!) from the demo in the kitchen. A zipper/flap door allows access. Access was out of the question today because of the dust situation. Hubby and Tommy ripped open the kitchen ceiling and vacuumed out bag after bag of insulation with Hubby's home-made insulation sucking machine (really. I did not make that part up.) They stayed back there, I watched through the opaque plastic sheeting.
-I have no kitchen. No sink. No stove. The kitchen has been, in contractor's lingo, officially gutted.
-If you want to paint trim in the back rooms (for example, as I did), one must go out the front door and tramp through oozing mud to get to the back door. Going through the kitchen at this stage in the game would not be a good idea.
-If one calls the kitchen demo a "game", perhaps it would be more fun.
-the stone wall is exposed in the kitchen, but Hubby is discouraged at the cement, plaster, and paint that mars its beauty. I hope he blasts the devil out of it in order to bring it back to its heavenly beauty. Wouldn't it be fantastic to have exposed stone along one wall?
-Hubby is covered in dust.
-I finished priming the trim in the guest room and office today. It is painstaking work to trim windows and floor molding. But at least it does not involve dust.
-It's going to be GREAT, people.
- I took all the food, frozen and otherwise, out of the fridge this morning and put it in boxes. The doors and drawers were removed. All this happened so we could squeeze the monster-fridge through the ripped up doorway and into the dining room.
-Moving all our food seemed to exhaust me, so I made #1 Daughter put it all back.
-The dining room has weird furniture in it. Like a set of metal shelving. And a plastic garbage container. And a fridge. Oh yes, and a plastic door with a zipper.
- A plastic wall separates the dining room (formerly the family room!) from the demo in the kitchen. A zipper/flap door allows access. Access was out of the question today because of the dust situation. Hubby and Tommy ripped open the kitchen ceiling and vacuumed out bag after bag of insulation with Hubby's home-made insulation sucking machine (really. I did not make that part up.) They stayed back there, I watched through the opaque plastic sheeting.
-I have no kitchen. No sink. No stove. The kitchen has been, in contractor's lingo, officially gutted.
-If you want to paint trim in the back rooms (for example, as I did), one must go out the front door and tramp through oozing mud to get to the back door. Going through the kitchen at this stage in the game would not be a good idea.
-If one calls the kitchen demo a "game", perhaps it would be more fun.
-the stone wall is exposed in the kitchen, but Hubby is discouraged at the cement, plaster, and paint that mars its beauty. I hope he blasts the devil out of it in order to bring it back to its heavenly beauty. Wouldn't it be fantastic to have exposed stone along one wall?
-Hubby is covered in dust.
-I finished priming the trim in the guest room and office today. It is painstaking work to trim windows and floor molding. But at least it does not involve dust.
-It's going to be GREAT, people.
posted by thisrequiresthought at 4:34 PM
4 Comments:
i would help you paint trim if i wasn't such a busy little thing. really, i like it. it's my favorite part. i like being careful and making sure it's just perfect.
but unfortunately, i am a busy little thing so i'm booked for the rest of the week. sorry.
can i make you dinner sometime? i know what it's like not havving a kitchen.
margaret
I have no doubt, not a single one, that it will be GREAT!
Maybe this would be a good time to escape for A Little Night Music!
(sort of kidding, sort of not... you know how that is...)
You can come home for dinner.....venison stroganoff!!
Mommy
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