Paint and pancakes. Neither one was on my dinner table at the same time in the past months, but they may as well have been for the fast paced activity on that surface. Coffee, homework, tools, calendar, bills, receipts, a meal, a catologue, a napping cat, all rotating in quick succession; my eyes seeing a kind of harmony in it under the more obvious dissarray.
The momentary high that we all felt at "moving in" to the renovated space has moved on, replaced by the dread of miscellaneous small jobs crowding for attention now. A bit of spackle here and there looms a daunting task, more so somehow than the larger project ever did!
A few unfinished cupboard shelves hang agape, staring down at the pantry goods awaiting their home. I avert my eyes as I make breakfast, reaching for flour, cinnamon, baking soda from the crowded countertop. For now it's conveniently hiding the area still needing a finish trim.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
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