Our house is about 30 years old, and we are just now getting around to remodeling the kitchen. The first week was just as we expected. The crew came and removed—demolished—all of our cabinetry, floor tile, and soffit. The relatively new appliances are now on the back porch, unplugged, and buried underneath boxes of kitchenwares. Didn’t realize how many times a day I used the water in the kitchen.
It’s been a week and my husband can’t stand living out of boxes or washing dishes in the bathroom. He can’t live without his water softener or the garbage disposal. I’m not sure I can stomach any more fast food, and cooking outside is awkward without the use of the kitchen.
Tonight, I decided to cookout instead of eat out. I was peeling potatoes and onions on the patio, so I opened the umbrella to block the hot afternoon sun. A bat was hanging upside in the umbrella, and, as much as I hate to admit it, I probably never moved so fast in all of my life. I hauled butt back into the house and let the potatoes and onions roll off the table and on to the ground. Kind of lost my zeal for cooking out.
The cabinets and the new floor should be installed this week, but we still have a two week wait on the counter top. The bat flew away in the meantime, so I’m back to peeling potatoes.