Now the kitchen is to be white. Not a cold, antiseptic hospital white. A little warmer, but still, not to suggest any other color but white.*

by chuckofish

Well it has been quite a week. Last Sunday we worked frantically to empty the kitchen. It was touch and go but we got it done.

The contractor and his guys arrived on Monday and got to work. I imagined him moving like Chip Gaines but I’m sure they used actual tools.

In a couple of days later had my kitchen looking like this:

And by the end of the week, they had the room down to the bare bones: no cupboards; no sink; no dishwasher; no floor; no wallpaper, no stove vent, and no lights.

The plastic sheeting over all the doors makes my house look like a crime scene, but it does keep the dust transference to a minimum. We’re managing just fine, although it has been difficult to get a decent cup of tea and the lack of kitchen sink presents a challenge. I’m afraid it’ll be paper plates and bread products for the foreseeable future. No matter —  I booked Thanksgiving dinner at our favorite restaurant. Son #1 will be joining us and I know that we’ll have a delicious meal.

Stay tuned for updates. In the meantime, have a wonderful Thanksgiving and take the time to be grateful for everything, including whatever seems annoying, inconvenient, or terrible, for those things reveal our strengths and weaknesses and teach us to be better. I’m glad to be alive and to remember what Lew Wallace wrote in Ben Hur: “Riches take wings, comforts vanish, hope withers away, but love stays with us. Love is God.”

*Mr. Blandings Builds his Dream House