Demolition day

I picked up my son at the airport this morning. He's here to help with our kitchen renovation. Yes, I know he should be wearing more protective clothing. I'll work on that.
I picked up my son at the airport this morning. He came to help with our kitchen renovation. Yes, I know he should be wearing more protective clothing. I’ll work on that.

This morning I had a kitchen. This evening I have a pile of rubble.

This is noisy, dusty and more than a little scary.

A plastic wall has been installed between the space to be renovated and the rest of the dining room. Fans are pulling dust through the hole that used to be the kitchen window.

We’ve covered the patio furniture and even some of the plants.

But I can’t help wondering. Is my house being destroyed? Will all the king’s horses and all the king’s men come and put it together again?

Actually, I have two king’s men — princes both.

I’m manning the makeshift eating space in the living room while my husband and son  work alongside our contractor. They’re both current on tetanus vaccine. They’re wearing masks.

They’re my heroes. I realize I care much more about them than a new kitchen.

 

 

 

 

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