What A Difference A Day Makes

Remember that time I was so optimistic about our HUGE renovation project? Oh sure, I acknowledged, there'd be bumps along the way. Not all the lines would likely be plumb. Pipes would probably leak. Something of value might inadvertently be broken. Misunderstandings might ensue. Tempers could flare.

But still...we'd have a whole new house with a beautiful new porch when we were done, and golly gee, it's all worth it!

Whaddya mean that was just yesterday??

We started out this morning with news of the probability that the ceilings in our master bedroom and living room would have to be ripped out to make room for additional floor joists. Oh, you know, one of those minor details the architect forgot to mention while the plans were being resubmitted for approval.

Not a problem.

Except for the additional cost on top of what is already a project with a budget we are stretch ever so far to accomplish.

Except for the fact we'd need to vacate the room for a week or two and clear it of furniture...with our other bedrooms already out of commission.

Except I wasn't expecting to be hit with something so big so fast.

But life goes on, of course. And I had a work meeting I needed to attend. Which, George (our family contractor after all these many years), bless his heart, was thoughtful enough to interrupt to call to tell me we got lucky with the existing construction, the floor joist gods were with us, the support ran the correct way upstairs, and our bedroom ceiling would be spared. The living room, not so much, but then, we don't have to sleep in there, now do we?

I didn't cry then, but I did -- just a little -- when I got home.

When Mike, George's trusty right hand man, informed me it was far too early in the project for tears...there'd be plenty of time for that down the road.

I'm sure he's right. I'm also sure I felt much better after I was done. I think the enormity of this renovation just hit me. It's one thing to deal with in the abstract, and quite another when there's a demolition crew ripping apart your walls and you're facing the prospect of having to find alternate lodging for a spell.

How lucky am I to have a husband who consoles long distance by telephone, and to have such a longstanding relationship with the men working on my house that they neither panicked nor thought I was crazy, just offered me hugs and the reminder that tomorrow is another day.

And as we've seen, things can -- and probably will -- turn totally around again by then.

Our House Is A Very, Very, Very Fine House

Or it will be, anyway. Just over three years since we moved in, and just shy of a year after our first meeting with the architect, we finally began the renovation that will transform the upstairs and outside of our house into what I only imagined when we first saw and decided to buy it.

We will spend massive amounts of money, inhale countless particles of sawdust, endure days and weeks of banging, sawing, drilling, sanding, siding, painting, and more. We will hate our contractor, love our contractor, hate our contractor and love him again. We will shop for tile, cabinetry, doors, lights, carpet, paint, faucets, toilets, showers and sinks. And we will be awed and amazed at, first, the destruction, and then, the construction.

Already, the pile of debris is accumulating in the front yard. The windows from the first floor bedrooms have all been ripped out and replaced. Tonight, they are hiding behind their temporary plastic table cloth treatments. Tomorrow, they'll get new moldings and the six over six grilles I like so much.

Tomorrow, the dumpster will come and start to be filled with the bricks and shingles that make up the current exterior. Work will begin on the new structural supports for the house that will take the place of the one we have now.

We have already made much progress toward making this house our home. Most importantly, of course, we have filled it with a loving family. When you have that, the physical trappings are just that. But we are fortunate enough to be able to tweak the setting, as well, and this next phase of work will bring us that much farther along.

As you can see, I am under no illusions of what that process will entail. And still, I can't wait.

I'll light the fire. You place the flowers in the vase that you bought today.