Change is not made without inconvenience, even from worse to better. –Samuel Johnson (1755)
Change is good, or so some say. This subject has lately been debated ad nauseam in political circles, but the truth is that there are many people who like things just the way they are.
Pewperson readers know that our recent appliance purchases were the first time in my life I had ever bought new ones for no other reason than to make a change. They weren’t broken. They were just out of date. I am one who is so obstinately frugal sometimes, I know it is frustrating to my husband.
Oh, he likes it that I’m not a shopper or a redecorator. Once I have things the way I want, well that’s good enough for me. I guess I take after my grandmother and my mother whose frugal genes I obviously inherited and who seldom if ever moved things around at their respective houses. The thing he likes about that is that I don’t spend money frivolously.
But what he doesn’t like is that things that are decades old look decades old. So it was Joel who took the lead in our home update project. It was time, I know, but I would have dragged my feet and fretted about the cost, so I deferred to him, reasoning that he’s the one who earns the bucks to pay for all this. My job is to try to conserve them.
So, over the past few weeks, workmen have been swarming here and there to repair things that need it, touch up things that need it, clean, repaint, install, etc. etc. Every day brings a new delight; it feels so decadent!
One of Joel’s visions was to replace the white sheetrock ceiling of our “veranda” and port cochere. Never in a million years would I have ever thought to do that. Last week, the crew ripped out the old and installed, sanded, stained, and sealed the new. It’s unbelievable the difference this one project has made. These rather dingy and nondescript spaces have now been transformed into handsome and elegant ones (see photo above).
I feel so sorry for the mama mourning dove who has nested on the top of one of the columns near the veranda ceiling. She has bravely protected her eggs amidst the demo, noisy hammering and smelly staining process. Whenever I go out there, she looks at me alertly, hoping I’m no threat.
Yesterday I could see that she has at least one chick, so I told the men who are now repainting the exterior of the house to just paint around her and come back later to finish that one spot. I just couldn’t bear to disturb her anymore.
Once the guys are finished outside, they will once again invade inside to make changes in the kitchen. New counter tops, sink and paint will complete our makeover without really altering the footprint. I’m both excited about it and dreading it.
Dreading it, because of the noise, dust, smell, but mostly because I will have to empty out all the cabinets and pantry of their contents and retreat into the other room. It will be like packing up to move, except I can just cart everything into the other room without wrapping things too securely.
Sounds like my summer will not be a leisurely one, but I am psyching myself up for the task. After Shannon returns home and settles in, she can assist in this major project, which will make it less onerous.
It’s been fourteen years since we last moved, the longest we’ve ever lived in any one home. Moving makes one clean up, throw away, donate, get back to the basics. “Change” does the same. It’s now time for me to do that, so here we go! The end result will be well worth it.
Look for some before and after photos later this summer.
Note: pewperson will return July 2.