It is beautiful and sunny today, but a bit on the chilly side. My walk was a real pleasure this morning, surrounded by buds about to burst and birds singing a welcome to the sun.
Attila has been hard at it, working to repair the damage caused when the deck was sheared off in March and to remove the “door to nowhere” and replace it with a partial wall and a window. He has the section for the window repaired, the wall studs constructed and may manage to get the window in tonight. I will sigh with relief when the task is accomplished, as we are racing against the advent of black fly season now.
I experienced a kitchen odyssey yesterday. I began by attempting to remove all items from the kitchen counters, to get a good picture for testing paint colours. The olive oil bottle sits on the counter. In a flash of brilliant creativity, I decided to put it in the cupboard beside the stove. All that needed to be changed to accomplish this was to move the shelf up two notches. Simple, I thought.
I removed all the items from the shelf, washed it and removed it. When I attempted to remove the metal supports, in order to move it, they would not move.
“ Pliers!” I thought to myself, “That is all I need to get this job done!”
Out I went to the tool shed, key in hand. Forty-five minutes later a very frustrated and empty-handed woman closed the door to the tool shed and turned the key in the lock. And there it stayed, the key that is. Another thirty minutes in attempting to remove the key from the lock and I had had enough. I stomped into the house to regroup.
I sat and read my book for fifteen minutes, to calm myself. Then I began to strategize my next move.
First I looked in the cupboards by the back door. No pliers there.
I moved to the cupboard underneath the stairs. At first I found no pliers there either, but my perseverance paid off and in the bottom of a plastic container a brand new, shiny pair of pliers lay underneath a rag.
It was plain sailing after that, the pliers removed the metal supports, which were subsequently moved two notches higher. The olive oil bottle fit into the cupboard. However, now there were displaced items that no longer fit into the cupboard.
Long story short, I ended up removing every single food item from all the cupboards in the entire kitchen. I sorted, I organized and just before Attila arrived home from work for the evening, the last few cans of vegetables were stowed away and out of site.
In retrospect, I had a marvelous day, putting my kitchen right.
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By the Easy Chair
That Old Ace in the Hole
by Annie Proulx
(Just finished this book, heartwarming!)
Healing is a matter of time, but it is sometimes also a matter of opportunity.
Greek physician (460 BC - 377 BC)
Pressure 102.0 kPa
Visibility 15 km
Humidity 28 %
Wind N 17 km/h
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