The photo of my home. Notice how much I've worked on my garden.
FOUR DAYS SPENT REMODELING
(which has led to this terrible, horrible, miserable day!)
When the home appraiser told me we had only two weeks to be ready for inspection and asked when could I give a date? At first I panicked, then I honestly told her about the leak under the kitchen sink.
The work began on Friday with our ‘go to’ guy coming to help tear up the vinyl floor to access the damages. "Well he said, as he made a sad face and took this ball cap off, “It looks like the entire floor is going to have to come up.”
I’d been through this years ago and knew the work involved. I knew the appliances, the cabinets, and everything had to be moved to another part of the house or the storage building according to the weather.
The photo of all the old stuff that was torn out of my kitchen!
The ‘go to’ guy, I’ll call Buddy, because you know it’s not proper to use a real name as I don’t want him to feel guilty over the several arguments he heard the last few days. As he leaves, I told my husband, “Please don’t forget the tarp. You know I’ve croaked like a frog ever since you did some sheet rock work and that was a year ago”.
He looked at me very seriously and said, “You do know we will have to take out the kitchen table don’t you?”
I refrained from screaming and replied, “Yes, duh! We just talked about removing everything! I think the kitchen table is in the middle of all that other stuff!”
This is just one of the times during the remodeling that we came close to splitting up at least three times! We do not and never will see eye to eye on the proper way to prepare for certain remodeling jobs. For one thing, I believe in using a level for everything, and I have an eye like a hawk if there is even a staple left on the floor.
Oh! Did I mention that Thursday was spent with me getting boxes from the liquor store to put all the pots and pans, and everything in the drawers, and under the cabinet into? So the den was covered with liquor bottle boxes and as I read the names, I wondered if just one little glass of any of it could help my near nervous break down? Probably not, because I don’t know much at all about alcoholic beverages. (Yes, I have indulged, but it was years ago, when I was young and I never got the taste for it).
The next day came and the sawdust had already covered my entire house before I reminded him of the importance of the tarp. It was too late anyway. I headed to the pharmacy for my sinus mediation.
The old vinyl, wood and everything else was being thrown out the from door over my beloved scrubs and next to my dearly grown Cactus and close to my Rose bushes. I heard my husband tell Buddy that he doesn’t understand why I plant such vicious plants! I didn’t tell him, but it only leaves two trails to my front porch and that’s enough to keep a lot of people and animals out.
Just one view of my yard after the stuff was thrown everywhere.
So Saturday was spent taking apart and putting down the under flooring, and that left Sunday to start putting it all back together. What a mess! Little nails, screws, screw drivers, levels, hammers, drills, staples, and every tool you can imagine covered my kitchen.
Several days have passed. Now it is Tuesday. I haven’t read the mail until people started calling me and asking me why I haven’t replied to the emails or snail mail. I was trying to get in bed after getting my granddaughter off to school with her having a real attitude about getting ready and me feeling like I was about to fall over, but how do you explain all that to strangers?
And on top of that she had missed her medication for the ADHD that turns her into a little girl who reminds me of an attorney in front of a jury arguing her case. “I can’t fine my socks! They don’t feel good on my little toe. I can’t find my other shoe! Why are you taking away the computer when I get home? You are being mean! I’m telling my daddy!’
My beautiful granddaughter!
My answer was, “Little girl, I will tell your daddy first. Then I will call your school and tell them your medicine has been lost. And you better hurry because if you miss your ride and I have to take you, I will take you straight to the principal’s office!”
Finally, she was out the door on her way to school. She was bouncing down the drive. I was having an anxiety attack! I was sure I could bury myself under the covers and never come out! I couldn’t clean up this mess. I was still upset about our horrible, terrible, miserable morning.
The kitchen is almost put back together. My new kitchen counters, my new floor, and my new sink are very nice to look at, even though I find myself looking at the clutter and the sawdust more than anything.
Then I received a call from Buddy, he had forgotten to tell me he had found termites in the old wood! We have a contract so I called the business and they came straight out.
They didn’t laugh even though I know I looked like a person who had a screw loose. Maybe it got thrown out with al the other stuff. I was wearing an Alabama ball cap, an Auburn robe, and blue outdated crocks and white socks. I explained the situation to them and as they looked through the old wood in the yard. They were throwing it around when I yelled, “Hey, don’t break my Cactus!”
As I looked around the sun was shining, the weather was beautiful! And thankfully, as I stood on the porch, I realized I couldn’t go back to bed. Walking into my back yard, I noticed I hadn’t weaved my Ivy through the fence in a while. So forgetting the state I was in, I started to weave the Ivy in and out of my fence. It is my camouflage to keep my yard separate from the neighbors. Then I remembered I used to do this with my MawMaw. She loved the fact that her little home was enhanced by shrubs, flowers, Cactus, Rose bushes, and all kinds of fruits and vegetables.
I wondered if yard work was her therapy, too. Had she done this as a way of staying out of bed on those terrible, horrible, miserable mornings that we all go through every now and then? Could MawMaw have had days she wanted to be fenced in by her beautiful yard that also provided plenty of camouflage?
Thank you MawMaw! I’ll never forget the hours we spent together in your beautiful little garden. I understand you now more than ever!