Just over a month ago we tore out our kitchen. The photos above show what we discovered in the ceiling and why we are behind on the renovation. We discovered we had four ceiling. FOUR ceilings. Hidden from view was the structural disaster of our poor ceiling, and more importantly the bedroom floor above. Every joist for the floor above was cut. We have no idea why, but we assume it is directly connected to the two beer cans from 1978 which we found in the rafters. Eric DeCosta, our contractor, said one day our bedroom would have fallen into the kitchen. We are lucky to catch this. Tom, my husband points out I probably saved our lives by setting this project into motion--so I'm a hero.
Eric fixed everything. It looks supported, professional, and we know our bedroom will stay above the kitchen. We have rough wiring in, new heat throughout the upstairs and downstairs, and the new beautiful new window is in. Next are inspections then insulation and maybe next week I'll have walls. A girl can dream. It honestly hasn't been too bad. Okay it's been bad. It's lousy. The house is dust ridden, every single room is in a weird state of randomness, and I constantly have people coming through my house. I just make sure I'm never in my PJ's (before 6 pm--bummer) and try to look presentable and not like the mess I feel.
The renovation leaves time to visit friends and tackle projects put on the back burner. Without the kitchen I can't make products. It feels pretty strange. I'm ordinarily pretty regimented with making salves, seeing clients, and planning meals. I think this experience is good for me. It's a reboot. Remembering who I am aside from my nurturing roles of wife, healer, and step-mom (and mom to furry kids). It's a big part of my identity and shaking that off is odd. I keep saying to my husband I don't feel myself when in fact I feel more myself just without the usual habits and rituals of the day. I'm listening to different music, looking at new books (ok they are still books about herbs but hey it's my thing), and being comfortable without being as productive.
At the end of February we said goodbye to our dearest and sweetest friends, our cat, Junior. I've been letting clients know a little at a time since everyone loved Junior. When he was feeling well he came to say hello and made sure we were safe in the healing room. He would tap the door until I would open it and then he would simply look at me, my client, and around the room and give the ok to close the door. He was a great cat and he was 19. We lasted a month before we said hello to our newest best friend, Rajah. He is young, adorable, and a little bit of trouble. He can't wait to say hello to clients.
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