I am annoyed by Starbucks haters who have never even dreamed about reading prose in a real coffee house.
Faking out someone’s else’s political statement about *authenticity* just to look hip?
YOU *ARE* STARBUCKS
except your perculator sucks.
And if you don’t want to cop to the fact that your mighty hooves are thundering with a herd, at least be aware that you are not leading cuz that **IS** a cow’s ass in your face — not a utopian Elysian fucking fields.
Bah!
I had this small, simple, antique drafting table forever. Totally impractical, but I never thought I could part with it because the oak had honeyed so handsomely. Today at my yard sale, a cute boy totally fell in love with it just as I did 20 years ago. Funny, cuz a hundred people walked right by that drafting table and had no interest whatsoever. He circled it with his hand on his chin, courting. He offered me WAY more than I would have asked for, but he was trembling as if he stole it. The piece wouldn’t fit in his car. The last time I looked up, he was walking down the street hunched over, carrying his new, old treasure home. That made me smile.
~FUCK~ !!!!
It’s 3 PM in Dallas. My old cabinets are already gone and the office tile is jacked and ready to be thrown in the dumpster in my driveway! I had no idea the initial phase of demo would go so quick. I am working with a hardworking handyman who lives in a garage apartment down the street. He is from Mexico and speaks no English, but at this point word of mouth has led him to practically rebuild half of these old houses in my neighborhood. We manage to communicate
An older married lady down the street is dreamy-smitten with the handyman. She always catches me out in my yard so we can chat about what a fine and upstanding young muffin that Angel is. ::eye rolly:: But I do love to watch that motherfucker saw some shit up! My dad was a carpenter and I have always loved the smell of cut wood. I just fucking love the whole process of construction, to tell you the truth.
Oh. AaAaAaAAaAaAnnnd the fucking plumbers who charged me 7 or 8 bazillion dollars to install a new line to the sewer several months back? Chopped the pipes from my kitchen sink and washing machine in the process. They have been out there digging all day. Instead of draining to the sewer, all that fucking water for has been soaking 3 feet deep under my house. I am going to see if the company will compensate me for the damage.
When we bought this house, I knew I would remodel the office and kitchen at some point. So here we go at last!
Tonight the old crooked-ass kitchen cabinets are open and empty. The back office (sunroom) of the Love Shack echoes because it is completely vacant. Odd how rooms can look so beatup and shabby without their furnishings. My little Chris is a kitty cat who gets stressed when things are moved, and she has misplaced her purr in the all of the mess. And man, are our rooms ever rearranged! To accommodate losing the main rooms we usually live in, our desks are now in the front of the house and we have set up a makeshift kitchen in the dining room. Me, Chris, Suzi, and Heaven are already eating alot of peanut butter on bread. LOL
I designed some unique, dramatic architecture for the cabinetry and I hope it feels solid when it actually fills our space. There will be two symmetrical pieces of cherry “furniture” on both sides of the sink with corbels and pediments. For balance, the stove will the flanked on both sides by tall towers that nearly reach the ceiling. Although most of the cabinets will be stained a deep cabernet, the sink will be cream. Cabinets are hella (HELLA HELLA HELL-O) expensive so everything else will to have to be simple. Black soapstone countertop. Slate floor. New undermount sink.
I am hoping the remodel will be mostly finished by the end of August or so. Of course, the timeframe and ultimate success depends on things out of my control– such as the dependability of the people who are working for me, as well as any surprise repairs on this cash-gulping old house of mine. Also, I have to do some gotdamn repairs on the foundation. BAH! I am a list maker and a control freak when it comes to creative projects. *Those unknowns make me gnaw my nails!*
N-E-wayz. Maybe I’ll try to take pics to document the process. I am both excited and nervous!
My to do list:
