September—which I can barely believe is more than halfway over—has been a whirlwind of social engagements, and I’ve noticed a pattern. Somewhere in the conversation, I will be asked, “How’s the house?”
I am not asked about Joe or Izabelle nearly as often. Hell, Obama isn’t asked about health care nearly as often. It’s another reminder of how long this renovation has been dragging on.
And I’d enjoy the progress reports if I had anything to tell. But unlike a year ago, when we were putting up walls and installing tubs, our progress is in the details.
Although, on Friday I awoke after coming in late the night before to discover I have closet shelves. It was a beautiful sight. Even better? Joe says we have enough wood to add three more shelves for shoes alone. I am almost giddy.
Now I am on a mission for closet rods, clothes hangers, and shelf paper. But that’s another post.