In a couple of days, we'll be heading to Seattle, and I really can't wait. The kids will be there for a week before flying back to NY, and I'll stay for another 2+ weeks, enough time to hang out with my parents and my brother and maybe even spend a few days at my Vashon cottage. I bought my little waterfront house more than three years ago, and have yet to spend a real night there. By that I mean that I've slept on an air mattress on the floor, but the house has been such a work in progress that it's only recently that I've had an actual bed. Now I have one, and a real kitchen as well. Here's what the kitchen looked like when I bought the house
A pretty motley assortment of cupboards and, believe me, they were not clean. That hole in the paneling helped convince me to spring for some sheetrock, so out went the kitchen
It looked like this for quite a while. Then last summer, my friend Karen came to visit and, despite my diagnosis only a few days before she arrived, we got to work laying some tile where the kitchen cabinets had been and assembling my IKEA kitchen and two comfy chairs. There's nothing like a home improvement project to take your mind off health problems. Here's how the kitchen looks now
And the aforementioned chairs
The bedroom still needs some serious work and I have to find a kitchen table. And I'd like to paint the trim and buy a picnic table for the deck and pull the weeds out of the planter boxes. Or maybe I'll just sit on a swing and do nothing.
