At 6:08 PM Eastern Standard Time (-5 GMT), after a seven-week reconstruction…our kitchen was finally completed by the ceremonial first ignition of the stove power burner. It’s over!
There still is some minor work that needs to be addressed as a result of this though: my office…the place from where this is being composed. You see, in order to install the oven, a gas pipe in the house needed to be rerouted. Since our basement is finished (and it was that way when we first bought the house ten years ago), all the pipes and traps and drains are hidden behind sheet rock. Well, I’ll give you three guesses as to where the gas pipe needed to be accessed, this morning (along with a sewage drain/trap a few weeks ago, which wasn’t a big deal). If you guessed the kitchen, you’d be wrong, but given the sorry state of affairs of the past several week I’d say a pretty good guess. Yup, my office.
My sanctuary…in fact, the ONLY room in this ENTIRE house that is relatively clean and free of clutter and well organized…now has several slices of its wall cut away to reveal the lovely infrastructure of my home. Not only that, but my desk has been shunted to one side of the room and I’m typing from a tiny little corner whereas I used to type from a nice expanse. My synthesizers are immediately behind me; I feel like a claustrophobic version of Rick Wakeman stuck in a fun house. Yes, the Universe does indeed have a sense of humor, and right now I am part of the punch-line and lovely sense of irony.
Understandably, you’ll have to forgive the rather pithy post this evening (and lack of one yesterday). Things should be normal tomorrow after new sheet rock is installed and a quick coat of paint applied, so I’ll leave more lengthy comments until then. Right now, I’m looking forward to home cooked meals and a stocked pantry instead of frozen dinners and plastic utensils. As for this evening’s dinner…I’ll eat light: I’ll make a package of Mrs Grass’ Chicken Noodle Soup…on the stove!!
“Irony is a disciplinarian feared only by those who do not know it, but cherished by those who do” – Soren Kierkegaard