Never underestimate the value of a comfortable home. Never mind my missing kitchen and the heartbreak of tearing out my hardwood floor... right now, I would give anything for a comfortable spot where I can write.
In the meantime, I hole up at Starbucks for a two to three hours a day, just so I can sit upright with my laptop on a table, which is better on my back than hunching over our coffee table (which has been serving as desk and dining room table since April).
Here's a brief rundown of where I am this week:
* I ended up going with Yellow #4 (which had been MY first choice). I finally selected it after taking the different paint chips to Home Depot's kitchen cabinet department, and holding the colors next to the kind of dark woods my husband and I prefer. Bold won; the paler colors looked washed out next to the wood.
* I finally allowed Lowe's to deliver our new range! I think it's premature, but my husband wanted it in the house BEFORE the cabinet installation...
* ...which is happening NOW. I can't help but feel that I'm finally nearing the end of our six-month home renovation nightmare... even though we still have to (1) stain the cabinets, (2) measure and order some kind of countertop, (3) have the plumber and electrician back to hook everything up, (4) finish the drywalling and fireplace repair in the living room, (5) paint the living room, (6) put in new baseboards...
*...and THEN we will be ready to install a new floor (the element of the house that started it all). Still thinking it will be a combination of tile (in the kitchen and entryway) and carpet (everywhere else). Have yet to finalize where the entryway tile will end and the carpet begin. Have yet to pick out actual products. Have a long way to go.
* I also finally had my MRI last week. Have a doctor's appointment tomorrow to discuss the results. Still hoping to avoid a hysterectomy.
But I'm finally starting to believe there's something to this anemia thing my doctors are so alarmed about. I definitely have less stamina than I did five or ten years ago, and I'm less willing to chalk that up to my advanced age.
* Between my home and health issues, I've been flaking out on my commitments to others at an alarming rate. I've adopted a new policy of "just say no" to invitations and opportunities-- at least, until I can predict with some certainty, whether I will actually be able to follow through.
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