Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Surgery.

This is my house:

For those of you familiar with it, well, it's not quite as familiar anymore. This is the bedroom door, looking into the kitchen. I know it's all going to be wonderful; I'm reassured often by our very reassuring contractor. But it still feels terrible. Like surgery. She's 87 years old, and this is painful for both of us.

(I was not sad, I have to admit, to finally say goodbye to that linoleum in the laundry room.)