Day 111: It’s done…mostly

Well, the kitchen is done. Mostly. There are a couple tiny things to finish:

  • put the island light in
  • outlet covers
  • install the backsplash that we picked
  • some trim here and there

But, for all practical purposes, it’s done. We’re using it. We’re loving it.

The first night we had some people over, I ended up sitting the kids on the island while I made them plates for dinner and our friends gathered and spooned their own bowls of chili from our crockpot. I wasn’t planning for the kids to eat their dinner on the island, but they ended up doing so, snuggled next to the adult friends standing beside them, regaling these friends with tales of silliness and teaching them broccoli games. We all eventually dispersed: the kids to bed, the guys to the football game, the girls to the dining room for tea, but it was a lovely first evening spent using the beautiful gift God has given us.

I want to thank David Kurn for all his hard work, skill, and integrity. We are lucky to have him as our contractor, even more lucky to have him as a friend.

And I want to thank you, Reader, for reading, smiling, and sharing in the joys and angst of transition with us. We might live here, but this is also for you. MERRY CHRISTMAS!

I’ll keep you updated with pictures on the laundry room and bathroom as they get finished in January/February. 

But here’s some more exciting news…I’m ready to move on to my next social/spiritual experience (experiment). I plan to shave all my hair off on New Years Eve and then I will be blogging for a few months about the experience of having no hair, how having no hair affects my identity, and how others react to my having no hair. So, stay tuned….

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Day 99

It’s official…after 99 days we have running water!!! No more bathroom dish doing.

Day 94

Some exciting photos are coming to you next week, but I thought I’d get one last post in here before that happens. Here’s where we’re at:

  • Cabinets are fully installed.
  • The door was put in.
  • I bought faucets.
  • We picked out and bought a countertop.
  • We picked out the floor tile.

Coming up…

  • Countertops, sinks, and faucets go in on FRIDAY!!
  • For the first time in over 3 months we’ll have running water and a dish washer!
  • Flooring is being purchased and picked up next Tuesday.
  • We need to pick a paint color and back splash tile.
  • We need to pick a flooring for the bathroom and laundry room.

I’m all over emotionally today. On one hand, it’s sunny outside, our lives will soon be a lot more back-to-normal with running water, my birthday’s coming up, and since the kitchen will be mostly done soon we’re hosting a gathering on Christmas Eve. On the other hand, this is the busiest time of year for both my husband and me work-wise, we’re getting closer to running out of money for the remodel, and yesterday was my beloved-boss’s last day at work. Oh, and Christmas shopping, don’t forget that.

And I’m sure you’re in the same boat. So to spread some Christmas cheer, here’s a little relic from my childhood: Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas” by Vince Gill.

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Day 74

This past week, the doorway got opened up, the kitchen hood vent went in, the ceiling insulation went in, and we bought our new appliances!

Coming up…

  • opening the kitchen/dining room passthrough window tomorrow
  • installing cabinets on Friday
  • installing appliances on Saturday
  • My husband and I need to order countertops and decide on flooring

So you might get some good pictures next week.

In the meantime, I’ll tell you, my husband and I have been having some pretty intense talks with God lately. But before I tell you how mine went, I have to tell you a story about my son. (Bear with the length of this post.)

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Yesterday my son, who is 5, got the tiniest, most pathetic sliver in his finger. It was so tiny and sunk so shallowly that I probably could have wiped it out of his skin with a tissue, but he wouldn’t let me touch it. We sat on the hallway floor near a bright window for at least 20 minutes, me holding some tweezers and talking him down while he sat 3 feet away protecting his sliver finger from me like a prized possession.

“It’s going to hurt!” he sobbed.

“It already hurts,” I said. “You might as well let me take it out so it STOPS hurting.”

“How long will it take?”

“Less than a second, but you can’t move.”

“But it’ll hurt!” he sobbed again.

“That’s why you have to be brave,” I said.

“I CAN’T!”

“Yes, you can.”

And it kept going like this for an annoyingly long time. (Just so you know, I tried tackling him first but that had way worse results than the patience tactic.) Finally, I got him to stick his hand out and hold still, with obvious reluctance, and I popped the sliver out in half a second. He then smiled and went on his merry way.

Why do kids make things so much worse for themselves?

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This past week I took in some really great media (a live sermon, a political radio broadcast, a tv show, and a friend’s novel) but the end result was me getting pissed at God last night for not making a better world. The logic went like this:

“If God is so good and so all-knowing and so powerful and so able to create anything, then why didn’t he think to create a world without all the crap? Without fear. Without cruelty and abuse. Without corruption and violence? Why didn’t God create a world where Jesus didn’t HAVE TO save everyone? Why didn’t God create a world that included free will WITHOUT a fall? Why didn’t God just not create the snake? I assume that God could have, but just didn’t. God, in his ‘all-wisdom’ thought it would be better this way, with the loss and the heartache and the sacrifice. God’s a glory-hog. 

“And (the rant continued in my head) don’t just pull the Job argument and say that I wasn’t there so I don’t know, because that’s a copout. And don’t just roll your eyes saying this is just a stereotypical ‘problem of pain’ or ‘problem of evil’ because it’s not. I’m asking why you didn’t do better? IT WAS YOUR JOB TO DO BETTER!”

And I cried into my pillow on my way to sleep because I couldn’t trust that God had the world’s back. Of course, deep down I knew that this wasn’t purely altruistic; I had a specific instance in mind.

At least a year ago, maybe two at this point, our house got broken into. The person took our computers, my purse with my id, my credit card, $200 in cash. But what bothered me wasn’t the stuff that was taken, it was the thought that there were two small children asleep upstairs, and this person who was roaming around our house uninvited looking through our things might not have just been a thief. So now every night I check and double check the locks on each downstairs door. I check the locks on every window, even the third floor. I look behind the shower curtain, and under the beds, and in the closets, and behind the bathroom door. And sometimes, if it takes me too long between one place and another, I have to start all over again because, “what if someone slipped past without me noticing?” I know God loves us dearly, but I also know that God (and we) are not always best served by everything going well.

So I imagine the kidnapping of my children. I imagine the death of my husband.

“It hurts!” I sob.

“You might as well trust me so that it STOPS hurting.”

“How long will it take?”

“Less than a second, but you have to believe me.”

“But it’ll hurt!” I sob again.

“That’s why you have to be brave.”

“I CAN’T!” I scream in my head.

“Yes, you can.”

And I realize that I am the same as my 5-year-old son, and that God has my back even if it’s going to hurt, and that God is a far more patient parent that I will ever be.

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Day 39

It’s been quite a week.

 

  • We picked out cabinets.
  • The contractors demolished an old chimney.
  • Plumbing in the kitchen is done.
  • The kitchen radiator got lifted up today, so we can finish the floor.
  • We can see where the lights are going.
  • The electrical is going in this week.
  • The laundry room floor is being rebuilt this week.

So things are moving and that’s an encouragement. Emotionally we’re still doing okay as well, though…

  • My son just learned the word “hate,” and thus I got my first “I hate you” from him, and it was because I wouldn’t give him a juice box. (When I pointed out that saying that over a juice box was a waste he recanted pretty fast.)
  • My husband and I had our first fight about the remodel (though it was more about cleaning responsibilities than the actual remodel).

On the other side of this past week I’m still hopeful and thankful. It’s October, the best month of the year! We might not have an oven, but we’re not going hungry. My husband and I aren’t perfect at loving each other, but we DO love each other. My kids aren’t angels, but they’re growing and learning. And I’m not tired, I’m happy.

That’s a big deal.

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