But right now I speak of the kitchen upgrade.
Oh, yes. The kitchen. I remember entering his condo the first time where he humbly pointed out his kitchen - - where half of it gleamed in urban, concrete perfection in an ash-gray color. Note that I said, 'half'..
Well, it is back-breaking work to do on your own. One can opt to have a contractor do it like my best friend Diana did. Patrick saved at least 2 grand doing it himself and having the pride to see his work everyday. But he didn't raise a finger to finish the other half of the kitchen for the ENTIRE - yes, ENTIRE, time I have known him - GOOD LORD.
Those who know me know I grew up in a house for 20 years that was in a state of constant repair, upgrading, addition, etc - - so I am ahem, a little, um, OCD about having my living space in order, clean and comfortable. Now I realize that not everyone cares to live one way or the other. But this gal does. And I have always taken a certain amount of proud even with my little apartments back in the day - - one can only imagine now with a larger living space that we actually own, I want it to be finished, clean and (snap!) snazzy.
So, P on his week-long holiday was put to work. The kitchen concrete and the whole mess that went with it was stared down and conquered. I am so proud of him. What a deplorable mess it made. Threw the whole feng shui off for the animals, plus the noise and dirt - don't get me started - - plus we had to eat out for 2 days straight when things had to be moved and turned off. I hate eating out that often - !
Believe me, I am thrilled it is done. And I even can see (just a teeny eeny point) in P's having put it off for almost 4 years - -he he he...
Now if only we were finished with all the painting and reworking the wooden floors.....sigh
