Listening to every heart
So, for Serenity’s birthday, some birthday giggles and commiserations…and sort of an answer to serenity’s request of finding the little pieces…
[don’t worry, they’ll sort of fall out all over the place…those that know, will understand…]
December, 2002, hubby decided we needed to move. Long story short, the house he wanted was a money pit – but we only found out once we got INSIDE the house. OUTSIDE the house, where the falls fell in loud liquidity, I fell in love with the area. But, since we didn’t buy the house, because of its many pitfalls, I still realize, I can visit the area, anytime, and I will. After all, I still live in the area.
So by January 2003, he, being re-tard! desperately needed a project. So, after a full month of January house-looking, he decided we’d stay put, but remodel!
And it’s oh so true…if you can live through a remodeling, you can live through anything.
And knowing the bent of our egos, I said, “fine”…AND…”do it your way”. Now, I had great faith in that last statement, because the guy DOES have an eye for interior decorating, color, style, flair, the whole nine yards, and after all…I just “live” here.
But I DID have a few requests.
And a new stove. [Oh, I so wish I lived in a house with the appropriate gas lines, but no…so I appreciate your new gas stove, Serenity – it’s how I grew up, learning to cook on one…but I have to abide by electric…]
Well, we dis-cussed the wood floor idea…and I got wood in the kitchen, dining, one bedroom and my office.
We did everything but move a wall. IF I could have moved a wall, it would have been the west one that faces the backyard. I would have moved the entire backside of the house out about 4-5 feet. But that exceeded HIS budget. [I told him, since he was using MY money, he could use more of it…but no…he was exceeding tight with his budget coming from my pennies.]
Anyway…we did “the whole nine yards”…new windows, new carpet, new wood floors, new paint, and as we went through this process which he micromanaged [and told our Houston friends that he would have everything done under two months’ time – which they held up to a bet…and they lost…] well, some ideas were thrown in. First of all, my request for a new stove was “thrown out”. So I was telling my Houston friends what was incoming, and what was not going…and they decided to help by nagging himself about the new stove. Heh…
As the process was ongoing, so were decisions. I have tennis elbow from picking up the phone at work, hearing of the “new idea” in-between “already made decisions” and “not-yet-quite-applied-action”. Then, of course, as ideas changed, colors changed, moods were altered by the wearing of emotions… …and at the very last, AFTER the new tile was installed on the kitchen counters [instead of getting the marble top I wanted…well, shoot, he ASKED…] THAT was when our Houston friends finally wore my husband’s resistance down and he went out and got me a new electric, glass-topped stove. It was ordered, and delivered, and the delivery guys took the old stove, and off they went.
The fellows that had put in the new kitchen [wood] floor said, yea, they would help with the installation of the stove…
Which didn’t fit.
Now…this is not the whole story…[some brick talk is involved as well…and I’m putting it in JUST for Ron…]
But for now? I need to go River Fest…so I’ll be back…with another present for Serenity’s birthday…