BEFORE: The Kitchen Edition.

 

I’m going to let you look at this pretty picture before I show you the actual BEFORE pix.  Because it bothers me that someone would visit this blog and be greeted by a bathtub full of bat poo.  I want my blog to look pretty……not shitty.

But in this episode, we will focus on the kitchen only because that is where this renovation begins.  We’ve already discussed the unidentified living thing that took up residence under the sink that woke up when I opened the cabinet door.  And how I closed that door and ran away so I could go to my happy place.  We’ve already discussed the drawer front that came off in my hand when I went to open the drawer for the first time.  Here’s the scene of that crime: Continue reading →

The Awakening……in which I spend my first night at the cabin and feel the need to make a list.

 

I do my first overnight at the cabin when Mike is out of town.  I do this on purpose.

Every visit prior to this has been about some form of trash out or clean up and, at the end of the day, when we can’t take it any more, we make a hasty retreat to a clean hotel room at the local casino (ch ching!).  Because, remember, we trashed the beds during trash out and no effing way am I sleeping on that floor.  That’s where the wild animals have their parties in the middle of the night.

During these trash out / clean up days, the cabin is not fun.    It’s not the relaxing sanctuary we envisioned when we handed over Liam’s college money for the keys.  It’s a lot of work and a fair amount of discovery, much of it in the “oh shit” category.  And it threatens to rub the shine off our new baby.

I want to replace some of the shine for Mike while he’s gone.  I want to make it quasi-habitable with places to eat and sleep and sit down, so that next time he comes here, he can relax just the teeniest bit and maybe have a little bit of fun while we work toward making her completely ours.

And If I can do this successfully, maybe the memories of trash out/clean up/oh shit discoveries will begin to fade……which means that we have not made a horrible mistake.

Ironically, as I work to make the cabin comfortable, my awareness of my discomfort builds.  Continue reading →