Today, I finished the two year project of redoing my kitchen cupboards.
Two years.
Now, that's not entirely procrastination. There have been other projects that took priority due to urgency, like the gaping hole in the girls' bathroom wall. There have been restrictive economic conditions. There have been children. There have been motivational issues. There has been every impediment imaginable preventing me from finishing what I started in the first few weeks of us moving in here. That was in February 2000.
I hesitate, too, to say that I'm finished, because I'm not. Not really. They still need handles, and some minor finishing touches, but the doors, which were the largest portion of the job, are finally up.
And it's strange. After two years of not having to open a cupboard door, of being able to look at everything we have at a glance, it's weird to do it now. Pictures soon.
A few nights ago the fire alarm went off. It's annoyingly loud, and when it goes off, it's generally in the middle of the night, and for no apparent reason. I've been so tired lately; not getting sleep, for a variety of reasons. It seems, I slept through an entire half hour of the alarm, oblivious. We
actually have one of those red fire station/school bells right in our unit. Didn't hear it.
It didn't worry me, though. I explained to the girls, thoroughly condescending of their ignorance, that the chances of a fire ever affecting our house are so remote that it's not even worth considering. "Concrete block," I said. "These walls are made from concrete block, and poured concrete floors. Don't even think worry about it." Sheesh.
Did I mention that, earlier today, clothes in my dryer caught on fire?
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how did you put the fire out?
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