It’s been years (well, a year and a half anyway) since my kitchen cupboards started falling off the walls. I’ve looked at bank loans, city loans, housing support, county programs, Habitat for Humanity and in the end gotten nowhere.
My regular readers might have an inkling of how much time I spend in the kitchen. I enjoy cooking. A lot. I’ve been making do without my serving dishes, casserole collection, my Tajine and other specialty cookware, and about 1/2 of my already limited counter space. (All those machines that were in the cupboard are on the counter.)
This week I’ve finally found a friend who’s willing to step in and see what he can do. It may get much worse before it gets better. In fact, I’m sure this week it will.
This is not a kitchen re-model. The overhead cupboards are coming down before they fall down all the way. Then we’ll see. Either they will go back up more securely attached or they will go away. I might have a better idea of why they came down in the first place.
If the overhead cupboards go away I’ll still need to figure out something to do in the kitchen. I can’t afford new cupboards (and they wouldn’t match). I might be able to put in some open shelving. That would be serviceable, but still a bit down the road.
In the meantime I’m trying to pack away what’s left in my kitchen. Can Orion and I really get by with 2 plates, 2 bowls, 4 cups and no cream pitcher? Do I pack it all and pull out paper plates and frozen dinners? What do I do with the jar of lentils, the jar of pasta, the jar of black beans, the can of coffee and the olive oil? Can I really survive without access to my spices?
I sound like an ad for a mystery series. “Stay tuned and find out!”
We’re getting the spring greening early, but now I’m starting to see the colors coming as well. It’s been so lovely Orion and I took a walk to get his haircut. (We usually drive.) Quite the adventure.
I had the opportunity to notice the flowers are starting to bloom. My hyacinths popped as promised. (So has the little bleeding heart.) The magnolia at the end of the neighborhood is blooming. (I know that seems late for those of you who live in places where magnolias are native. But they are a light-sensitive bloomer and we finally have enough!)
Unfortunately those aren’t the only colors that have started popping up! It looks like there will be a lot of sewer repair. I’ve run into cones on the highways as well. The second season (road construction) is also getting an early start this year.
I took Orion and his new haircut to the hardware store to look at paint. Another way to procrastinate is to get ahead of yourself. I don’t have a contractor yet. I don’t have the loan I need from the bank. But I’m looking at colors and cabinets. It’s just more fun!
Happy birthday to me! I started the week ready to celebrate. There were meetings, cake, cupcakes and not enough protein. I neglected to take photos. I’ve always believed that the older you get the longer you get to celebrate. I do have plans for high tea this week along with a dinner out with the kids.
There seems to be a gap, a gap between expectations and reality, a gap between celebrating and aging. I’m a year past my last brush with cancer. I’m celebrating. I’m grateful. I’m thinner, have more energy, get a lot more accomplished and have better general health. I’m also ordering off the senior’s menu.
I’ve chosen to apply my birthday celebration logic to bridge the gap. Every time this year I order off a senior menu I’m officially celebrating my birthday. WOO HOO! Honestly, the smaller portions make a lot more sense post bariatric surgery than they would have without it. Another thing to be grateful for!
Gap number two is the time vs money gap. There is a saying if you have the time you don’t have the money, if you have the money you don’t have the time. I have found this to be generally true, although lately I’m feeling like I don’t have either. Clearly I need another round of rescheduling and rearranging priorities.
I’ve started seriously working on my next book – about Daily Practice. You would think that if I’m writing about it I ought to be able to put some of those things I’m writing about into play. That helps with the time piece, but doesn’t address the money part. I’m afraid if I go out looking for the part-time job that would bridge the money gap I’ll lose the time I’m spending writing. Such a dilemma!
I could also write like a mad fiend and then work like crazy to promote the new book. I could create opportunities to speak on the topic, and get paid for it. I could invest in my new lifestyle vision. It sure sounds good on paper!
The time vs money dilemma runs me headlong into the third gap. Which is an actual gap – as my kitchen cupboards are slowly falling off the wall. I’m looking at a major expense, no two ways about it. My kitchen was “old” when we moved in 23 years ago. It needs a serious remodel. Lot’s of planning (and time) and potentially moving for a bit. Certainly there is deciding what stays out and what gets packed away.
Disruptions happen, it’s part of life. Finding the way to stay on our feet, keep moving forward, continuing our Daily Practice, that’s balance. It’s an active word. It’s about making choices. So I go back to the first gap and decide I’m old enough to have earned a new kitchen for my birthday.
Happy birthday to me!