As I write this, I am snacking on my chocolate stash, lounging on our bed, listening to Randy bang on the floor of our optimistically-named Sunroom. He’s working on opening our crawl space so a cement footing and other Big Time Construction things can be added to make our new kitchen more spacious.
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| I am grateful I know myself and knew this little collection of calm was needed within desperate hands' reach. It currently lives next to my nightstand. It might never migrate back to the kitchen drawer. |
To be honest, I can’t entirely envision what’s happening. I’ve
learned I can visualize things to a point and then I hit an imaginary wall (THAT
I can see all too well…). All I know is, a big beam is coming down, a small
wall is going away, a different sturdy beam is being added, and all this requires
a somewhat elusive Building Permit. A permit that was applied for on March 25
and approved on April 30.
Yes, I am tracking dates in a spreadsheet. To the surprise of nobody.
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| I might color-code it. |
Tomorrow is the Month 2 mark of us beginning this little Tim
Adventure. While I wouldn’t say we are used to the chaos, Rob and I are growing
more accepting of it. We’re exhausted, though, on any number of levels.
In an attempt to keep ourselves busy and occupied during the
day, we are finding ourselves very busy and occupied. We assumed our weekends
would be when we could relax – when we could comfortably lounge about in our
quiet bedroom/bathroom faux apartment. But instead, weekends have become a
whirlwind of doing laundry and paying bills and mowing the lawn and taking care
of the Business of Life. I know there’s a balance to all this, but we haven’t
found it yet.
Lounging at home takes a bit of work, too. Trying to go elsewhere in the house requires some serious thought and planning. I have officially lost all self-consciousness in traipsing around our yard in my pajamas on my way to the front door to snag early-morning Amazon deliveries. I also learned the hard way – repeatedly - that a house key is required when leaving our bedroom.
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| My newly acquired spare key. Any guesses where I bought the key chain? |
A house-level Google Maps function would be so handy. I could enter all the road construction/road closed markers throughout Woodhaven, helping me plot my route to get upstairs to our files or into our living room so I can visit my Tupperware strainer. Instead, I am left staring at the wall in our bedroom, channeling my inner Land Navigator, imagining which path to take to the garage then laundry then upstairs office. I am thisclose to acquiring a compass.
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| I vaguely remember when I used to strain stuff. |
In terms of the construction itself, Tim is going along pretty well. We’re still deep in the Demolition Phase. Most of the offending tile is gone, our dining room no longer features a hazardous step down, and our kitchen is full of studs. Sadly, no tight t-shirts are involved.
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| It never made sense to us why Woodhaven was built with a step down into the dining room. We've almost lost a couple dinner guests to the step over the years. No bueno! |
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| Can't wait to see carpet in there! And furniture! |
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| The kitchen ceiling will be higher. Raising the roof by getting rid of the fluorescents! |
The cabinets will be ordered by next week. We’re meeting
with the electrician tomorrow to nail down how and from where we want to
control the 21 lights that will be illuminating different areas of our new
kitchen. Having that much cooking light is rather ironic, since I long ago
adopted the wizardry and distraction of soft lighting for any meals I serve. I’m
not the only thing that magically looks better by candlelight.
We still don’t have a sense of timing for the completion of Tim. The schedule was sort of hinging on the Building Permit. Hopefully Mel will let us know next week what our summer looks like. I’m guessing it will be a lot of this.
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| I love our bed. Good thing since it's most of our furniture at the moment. |
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