Old Linoleum and Where’s My Chocolate?

Although we’ve been home for a couple of weeks, Jim and I continue to live figuratively “out of our suitcases.”  Clothes are put away, laundry is done.  We brush our teeth with electric toothbrushes again and spray aerosol deodorant where it belongs, yet because we are in the throes of a kitchen remodel – the rest is messy.

The stove and dishwasher are in the garage, as is the fridge but it – thankfully – is plugged in and functioning.  For our morning cup of coffee, Jim and I stumble to the basement to operate the Keurig and I to the garage after that for half ‘n half.

Because of possible moisture issues with garage storage, the new cabinets sit over two-thirds of the living room, which means we have only enough space for each of us to claim a chair and a narrow line-of-sight to the television.  Scout is banished to a bedroom.  She does not like banishment, but she has her litterbox, water and food up there and she purrs when we visit.

My ears only stopped ringing within the last twenty minutes, even though I was wearing hearing protection.  We have no railing on the stairs and a 4-inch diameter hole in an entryway wall which was a mistake, but the electrical guy says the drywallers will fix that.  Okay.

The good news is that there is no going back.  Old kitchen gone; new one developing.  Jim sent the kids this picture –

and among their reactions were “Whoa!” (Jenny), “0.0” (David), “Dude” (Amy) and “DUDE THAT IS THE LINOLEUM OF MY CHILDHOOD” (Jessica).

Some things need desperately to be updated, and childhood linoleum  is among them.  We are surviving remodel inconveniences just fine so far, except that somewhere I have a ziplock bag full of chocolate…and I can’t find it.  Time to initiate an expanding-square search.