Last weekend, MJ and I started a big home reno project. Right now we had a mud room between our garage and family room that's pretty, well, sad looking.
Standing open on the right is the door from the garage; this is the view standing in the doorway to the living room. The green carpet from when we moved in, despite numerous vacuumings and deep cleanings, still feels squicky to me to walk across with my bare feet. It's a great space, but we're making a bunch of changes to it. Beginning this past weekend, when we ripped out all those built-ins and shelves you see in there now and started tearing up the carpet.
Then Sunday night, we loaded the dishwasher and it made the most horrible noises. There was a distinct smell of burning.
Monday morning, MJ texted me to let me know the car had died on the way to work.
By Wednesday, we had a quote on the car that was equal to the actual value of the car.
By Thursday, we'd been to Home Depot twice. New dishwashers are expensive.
So. Now my house is a mess, with the canned goods and extra toilet paper and coats that live in the mud room ordinary piled up in the family room. I have no dishwasher until we buy and install the new one. We have to shop for and buy a new car, which is pretty much hell for me. We still have the non-minor home reno project in the mud room (ripping up carpet, installing a wall and door, painting, tiling).
And, of course, there's still work and grad school. We don't want to talk about how grad school is going - my manta is "Six more weeks" right now. I've postponed my planned vacation to Europe because there's no time in my work schedule for me to take two weeks off, so I'm vaguely hoping things open up in the fall, maybe?
I'll be a happy Guin when this particular season of my life is over.
COM O DEDINHO NO CUZINHO
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