My kitchen is finally ready. Two weeks of living with plastic curtains and tarps (the dishwasher, refrigerator and oven in my hallway, the bathroom sink holding dishes) was a test for my patience. Yes - there was water damage. No - I did not overflow my bathtub. Long story short, there was a pipe that burst two floors above me, leaving my apartment the only one to have six gallons of water wash its walls every hour for 24 hours. Naturally. So I laughed and cried throughout the process, trying to find the humor in the chaos. I think my mother would be proud with my fastidious attention to "sealing" off the rest of my apartment from the imposing dust and dampness. Even the donuts I brought to the workmen as a bit of an incentive, was an homage to the ice cream sandwiches she has at the wait for the UPS man. After all, she does teach me everything I know. So the moment is only appropriate to go into this Mother's Day weekend with a sparkly new kitchen. What a welcome feeling of zen. I hope you all have a happy weekend filled with fun and sun.
