The fuss and mess are done.
We are tucked into a corner of the living room…our home away from home,
for the next fifteen days. Our mountains
of belongings tower over us in every room.
The Great Geezer is at work on his side of this little table, and I tap,
tap out a poem for whatever next class I attend on this side.
I see you he says pointing to his eyes. We laugh.
I finally talked G into getting help with the big stained
glass window yesterday. It was the last
piece to come down. “Oh…all I have to do
is….” but I knew it was too heavy for
him to lower one story down by himself.
A new neighbor came, with baby. I
held the baby that developed a piercing continual cry until his dad was back
down and reaching for him. Daddy
separation anxiety indeed.
For me, holding a screaming baby was going to any length to
get the window down safely.
Wednesday we will find a way G can work here in the living
room while the new windows go in. Only
later in the week, when the electricians are here to turn off the power, do we
retreat to a cheap Ramada in by the bay right across from one of the best fish restaurants
in the city. I’d take a sketch pad but I
packed them all.
Life is best if we laugh at it these days.
Nice home for Lessa, congratulations.
ReplyDeleteOh my, what a project. Do you trust all those work people in and out without you there to supervise. Any valuables they could access?
ReplyDeleteBig changes. Have fun at your hotel. Hope they have a good ice machine. Those are always fun to play with.
ReplyDeleteOy! You poor guys!!!!!
ReplyDeleteI know this is a real pain, but it's also kind of exciting!
And what's the name of the fish restaurant? :)
Spanky new home for Lessa, all of you are starting out new in a way, moving, and renovating. Wishing you all lots of energy and patience.
ReplyDeleteIt's always good to be able to laugh when you're having to do all this work.
ReplyDeleteYou look very exuberant. Let it last!
ReplyDeleteBoth of you starting fresh...at the same time...you and Leesa. Does this remind you of college or getting newly married?
ReplyDeleteHaha. We have been eating Sweet Portugese Sweet Bread, called Malasadas in Hawaii where clumps of dough are fried. It's actually Challah bread or egg bread, a passover food.
ReplyDeleteThe Portuguese were very Jewish at one point, when so many migrated to what were known as the Sandwich Islands. They were fleeing the Spanish Inquistion, of course and broght their bread recipe with them. Just a tidbit of history. Dianne
PS stay in touch with your blog.