There is a smell about construction. (We are in the middle of a kitchen renovation.) The smell isn’t good or bad, just distinctive. It’s a mix of drywall dust and spackle, raw wood, lingering take-out food, new cabinets and I don’t know what else. It’s like new car smell. It will eventually go away. I hope.
“End of the month” is a phrase we hear often. So far it means nothing. We are waiting for a new window and a new sink (which I just found out yesterday wasn’t in). Both are coming at the end of the month. The window was supposed to be here by the end of September, then October – you get the picture. When I heard the same phrase used for the sink (which will delay the project) the hairs on the back of neck stood up. The end of the month is next Tuesday. Why didn’t they just say next Tuesday or even next week? “End of the month” has become synonymous with “soon,” that meaningless term my mom used when she meant “never” or “a long way off!”
Without a kitchen, making do with food selection made me revisit sandwich choices. I packed a lunch from grades 1 through 8. My high school had a cafeteria and I never packed again. I rarely eat them unless they were special sandwiches like hoagies (or subs) or hot meatball. The type you don’t pack for lunch. Sandwiches are easy though and I perused the lunch meat section of the deli. They had all the old favorites my mom bought – spiced ham, boiled ham, salami, Lebanon, etc. A stroke of nostalgia made me buy a small amount of Lebanon bologna. It’s good but this will do me for the decade! Healthy eating is on hold for the moment but we will return soon (maybe at the end of the month!).
Potato chips fill in nicely. I call it a vegetable and it adds crunch to the meal. It’s also good as a stand-alone when you are starving and the contractor is still working. I have to remember to put an apple out. Fruit has taken a hit. I usually have some on the counter but with no extra space, it’s residing in the refrigerator often forgotten.
Last night we ordered take-out from our favorite Italian restaurant. The dinner came with a lovely salad, fresh bread, pasta and chicken. It was healthy and good and we have enough for at least one more meal, maybe two. Potato chips will remain in the cupboard until the end of the month. Maybe. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving in the US and my brother is cooking!