Nice kitchen
So, we had another demo day Saturday. On Friday I packed and packed and packed. Everything in the kitchen needed to be packed. I also needed to figure out what not to pack so we could have a “kitchen” in the garage. It reminded me of Mom when she was packing for our many moves during Dad’s career in the Air Force — the entirety of all us kids’ childhoods. She was packing for a household of 6 — her, Dad, 4 kids, and a dog. In a couple of the moves, they would store some things, move some things, and, of course, throw away some things. I remember Mom walking around with a package of colored stickers to color-code what to store, move, or toss. I also remember thinking she went slightly insane each time we moved. Now I think, “No wonder!”
Starting the packing operation.
The electricians were putting in lights while I packed. I tried to catch it when the hand of one guy was coming out of the ceiling so the other one could hand him something. It looked pretty funny to see a disembodied hand poking out from the ceiling.
Saturday morning they started demolishing the kitchen, and it was gone by that night. You know, I pretty much hated that kitchen from the day we walked into this house, even before we bought the house. The tile counters were unattractive. I had very little counter space, and the oven was teeny, teeny tiny. BUT, when I walked by as they were cracking the tile off I started to tear up! A lot of good memories. We bought this house before I was even pregnant with Zach. The kitchen was a pain, but we had lots of great meals and togetherness in it.
Kitchen in a truck.
My beloved cow shelf liner. It made me happy every time I opened a drawer or cupboard.
Kitchen gone.
We put the microwave, toaster oven, electric water kettle, and an electic skillet on a table in the garage. I cleared space on the pantry shelves for a bunch of food and supplies, and also on Randy’s workbench. The contractor walked up when we were standing by the table and said, “Nice kitchen.”
“Nice kitchen.” (See the table near the door? That white pan is the electric skillet.)