We are project people. We built a new house nine years ago but periodically we rip something up. Some people golf and some people go on RV trips. We rip up the house. So far we have been pleased with the renovations. There is a new shower that is just wonderful; an enlarged screened-in porch that we can’t live without; a basement workroom for me; a facilities maintenance center (shed) for the beloved husband. Now we are sprucing up the fireplace wall by adding some eye-pop and bling – glass shelves, heavy trim work, extra lighting, maybe some mirrors (on the back wall not the ceiling! Get your mind out of the gutter!) — that sort of thing.
The project started last week and already I have declared that this will be the last big one. We are going to clean the garage and things like that but I am not excited about ripping off drywall and restudding walls ever again. Dirt, dirt, dirt. Oh yes, did I mention how dirty it is?
Personally, I don’t like chaos. It makes me edgy. It makes the cats downright nuts. There are plastic drop cloths all over. They can’t find their favorite chairs to sleep on and neither can I.
We boxed the books from the old bookshelves. I immediately needed a book that was packed. There are easily 25 or 30 boxes of stuff to go through. How on earth can you have that much junk in one area????
It makes me not want to cook either although the kitchen is fine. I can’t figure out the connection here except sometimes we will use any excuse……
I always dread things going wrong. My dad always said, “Measure twice, cut once.” Even though we do that, things happen. The marble inlay for around the fireplace opening was cut to the wrong dimension which is going to cause a delay. It may require extra Starbucks to get me through that!
Then there is always the, “what if I don’t like it when it’s done?” Well, first off, you can’t tell the beloved husband that or he will implode. The poor guy is doing all the work himself.
Of course, I have been my usual helpful self. I made lunch for him today complete with Tostitos chips (his favorite). I am quite good at holding the measuring tape and I can philosophize on construction projects (without getting dirty).
I can also be very encouraging.
“Is it done yet?”
“OMG! Is that the right color? They must have switched this on us.”
“So, do you think it will be done by the time all the house guests arrive in five weeks?”
“Maybe we should have put in extra windows. The cats would have preferred windows.”
I am sure it will end up fine. All the other projects did and we didn’t regret doing any of them. However, this is the last one ever! Maybe.