Every day, I look at an index card propped up by my computer. It says, “How we spend our days, is of course, how we spend our lives. ~Annie Dillard.” As I push my online cart through the virtual aisles of Home Depot, Lowes, Wayfair, and Amazon, I realize that my life has become one giant marathon shopping expedition. Whose dumb idea was this house remodel, anyway?
Oh, right. It was mine.
Where Has The Time Gone?
Those of you who have been reading this blog for a while know that I’m typically a couple of months behind on writing about our travels. That’s because we’re generally so busy traveling and having adventures that it’s hard for me to keep up.
Our blog (of our travels) is now officially lagging a year behind. How did that happen? And then I remember…the blur of many months of managing my parents’ care long-distance and returning to Florida in January to take care of their home and their lifetime accumulation of possessions.
In March…well, you all know exactly what happened in mid-March, because it happened to you, too. Just as we were heading out to resume our travels, we were sideswiped by the pandemic.
On May 1st, my sweet father passed away. My grief at losing him still unexpectedly washes over me, catching me like a riptide.
At the beginning of July, we decided to remodel my parents’ home. It was supposed to be a minor project. Two months later, we’re still living in our trailer. Living in a 27′ travel trailer is fun when we’re traveling. Living in a 27′ travel trailer in the middle of a brutally hot and humid Florida summer is not fun.
So, How’s It Going?
We’re making progress. Good progress. If all goes as expected, we’ll be moving back into the house in about a week. But I’ve been saying that for the past three weeks.
Any of you who have remodeled a house know exactly how it goes. There are unexpected surprises unearthed during the remodeling process.
And one thing inevitably leads to another. Because as soon as you paint the walls and install new flooring, the cabinets look shabby and need to be refinished. And when the kitchen counters are replaced, the bathroom vanities look dated. And then there need to be new sinks. And new toilets. And all new plumbing fixtures. And new lighting fixtures.
Before you know it, you’re replacing all of the door hardware and hinges and electrical outlets and light switches and ceiling vents. And then the remodel monster extends tentacles out to the garage and onto the screened porch…
It’s a risky business these days, looking ahead. The reality is that we have no idea what the next few months, or even years, will look like. My fervent hope is that out of the crucible of the pandemic, the political unrest, and the riots, we will forge a better, kinder, and more just world.
In the middle of the pandemic, our passports were set to expire. We got our passport photos taken, and trustingly sent our old passports off into the great unknown last month. That’s hopeful, don’t you think?
We hope you’re all doing well, dear friends.