Controlled chaos
Jeez, what a week.
I guess it started on Sunday — the great kitchen remodeling has begun. We've called this house Rose Red for many years because there are lots of weird discoveries you can make if you look close enough. So, this project has revealed a few odd things in the kitchen. For example, it looks like the (former) pantry was made of a completely different material than the rest of the kitchen. It also looks like remodeling the kitchen has been a very popular project in this house's sixtyish year history, as shown by the multiple layers of paint and wallpaper revealed with the cabinet removal. I felt a bit like a time traveler seeing those layers, and I tried to imagine the people who put them there, tried to plumb their hopes and dreams while they lived in what is now my house. And as always, I was reminded of the Johnny Cash song One Piece at a Time.
The weather, of course. A few of those days when it's warm in the morning then cooler as the day progresses, one when it was warmest right before bedtime, sudden heavy snow, high winds, and this evening, temperatures falling below 20°. After a brief respite early next week, it looks like there will be a nice cold stretch that will go all the way through Christmas Eve, if the 14-day forecast can be trusted. Winter... ugh.
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.— William Butler Yeats
Looking ahead... Christmas, which hopefully will provide some peaceful family time instead of rush rush rush. A new year, which hopefully will be the turning of a page on several work-related things. And then, the 2010s are upon us. Time seems to move so quickly now. More often than not, I feel like the best I can do is try to hang on. It used to be "hang on and enjoy the ride" but this is the part where your stomach starts doing flips and people start losing their lunch.
Looking ahead, looking ahead, looking ahead. Or keeping my eyes shut tight.
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On Goodbye, Blossom, Martha said: We can still dress up and go to Laury's. Or Aubrey's. Or even Soho's, if/when I get over being mad.