Did you hear the angels sing? Gabriel on his horn? Today is the last day of a kitchen renovation that started in November. It was the strangest project I have ever done. Highlights include the main carpenter on crutches for a week; another one with a broken heart (and a case of the crazies, even his texts didn’t make sense); the sink that went to Texas and was never heard of again; a window that was ordered and reordered and reordered and never did show up; and a parade of people in and out (some normal, some not so normal). I have sore hands from cleaning and cleaning and cleaning. The kitchen is wonderful and hopefully, like childbirth (not that I would know what that’s like), the painful memories will fade. The tile man is finishing up today so final pictures will come later.
The new computer is settling down. I’m getting used to the new keyboard which is three inches wider than the old one. That means my fingers must get used to a new reach. It’s like a piano with wider keys. Much wider keys!
Having a week without a desktop made me understand my cell phone better. Some things I still don’t get. I dialed someone by mistake yesterday and couldn’t find the “turn it off” screen.
At least I was able to maintain some contact between the cell, my Kindle and my husband’s ancient Windows 7 desktop. He also bought a new computer. They are identical so I can help him out when he gets stuck.
Note to any friends I may have out there: The docs and photos transferred to my new computer, but I lost my address book in Outlook. Unfortunately, I gave up a paper copy years ago, so I do not have addresses, phone numbers (unless you are in my cell for texting) and (most important of all) email addresses (those are the most difficult to find). If you are someone I email with, please send me a message so I can save your address. This is also a great opportunity if you don’t want to ever hear from me again!
We are going to enjoy a brief respite, then move on to updating the deck. That will be our last “contractor” project for a while and it’s all outside. In the meantime, the beloved husband is working on the fireplace surround. It’s minimally disruptive and there are no strangers here. Also, I don’t have to be nice. The hard part is being nice and compassionate all day when your heart is breaking (ok, it was only a sink traveling around the Texas bars line dancing but still…).
Normal blog programming may resume soon. No promises that it will truly be normal as I don’t remember what that looks like but at least the contractor stories will cease. Maybe. You just never know with life. The broken-hearted contractor is doing the deck so…stay tuned.