I’m trying to embrace the mess…truly, I am. But it’s difficult. I think it must be true what they say about the kitchen being the heart of the home. David began in earnest the renovation today, and I had to empty out the cupboards, and the stove is sitting in the middle of the room, one of the cabinets is ripped out and sitting in the laundry room, and there’s a stack of dirty dishes on the counter because the dishwasher is inoperable. It’s as if the kitchen is the epicenter of some disaster, and the destruction is being felt in ever greater arcs of space in the surrounding areas. Covering it all is a nice film of dust, a byproduct of the destruction. All this, coupled with the fact that all the cupboard doors have been removed complete the impression that there has been some sort of cataclysmic event. I will now fall back on several axioms, all the more annoying because they’re generally true: Rome wasn’t built in a day, and the mess is the price of progress.
It’s great fun for the kids, who complicate matters further by being continually underfoot and wanting to be in on the action and succeeding perfectly in being in exactly the wrong place at the wrong time.
Another byproduct of the renovation is that David is in the house, and as a result, I can’t spend a whole lot of time updating the ol’ blog. Even from the other room, I can sense the malevolent glances in my direction if I slip onto the computer…
Bear with me through this difficult time.