KITCHEN: A PLACE TO LAY ME DOWN
Okay, just a few photos. There are four things that need to be finished by the workmen, but they’re coming back when they have the “parts” — that is common, and I now have “places” upon which to lay the debris of my life: keys, purse, mail, coffee cup, half-eaten…things.
Here it is —
A bit lighter. Still kind of pretty.
And the new sink, the “business end” of the kitchen —
Now, all the proportions and sizes are just a tiny bit “off” from what they were before. All the counter tops were raised by a half inch or maybe more. The new sink is two inches deeper. This makes me feel small when I do things in here! Takes some getting used to. Nobody but the homemaker who spends much of her time in the kitchen would notice these things.
The biggest change? As I said before, my counter tops are white. Were white. A lot of family history happened on those white counter tops. Now . . . not quite white. They’re kind of that pretty shade of tan in the center of the photo. Matches the new wood at least. Will I like it? How long before I really, really like it?
Here is a bit of a miracle —
Dishwasher. Just a new dishwasher. Not quite a necessity for me, but I’ll use it and appreciate it. That’s not the miracle. The miracle happened a few hours after it was delivered to my kitchen — and the delivery men drove away. Of course. They are not the installers.
Son was going to be the installer. I had to leave for class shortly after Son arrived. — He had full confidence that he could install the dishwasher and make all the connections. (He’s done it before.) I had full confidence in him too.
I’m glad I wasn’t home to see all the things that happened during the installation !!! But Son was unshaken.
And for the first time since this whole new-kitchen process began, when I came home and saw that new dishwasher ready to go, I felt unexpectedly happy and joyful, relaxed and relieved.
See the date?
I’m on my way to the airport now to pick up Cooper (and Daughter) for a week-long visit.