I should be packing up my kitchen.
They are coming to tear it out either tomorrow or the next day.
Yesterday when I should have been packing it up, I found myself blissfully cleaning a toilet. The wonderful thing about cleaning a toilet is that you just cannot, cannot feel guilty for doing it. I swished the toilet brush around with the minty blue toilet cleaner, scrubbing every last crevice, and I felt downright saintly, even though I wasn't packing up my kitchen.
Today rather than packing my kitchen, I find myself tending my blogs. There is a good deal more guilt in tending blogs than in cleaning toilets.
Some day we will be through this.
Lupus is so weird. Sometimes I wonder if I really have Lupus, or if it is Celiacs, or depression. The symptoms seem to be the same.
The older I get, the harder it is for me to make decisions and to focus.
Somehow God got me through the move out here. I hope He will also get me through this kitchen renovation. I should be full of excitement and thanksgiving, but I am just paralyzed by the fear that I will lose bills and hotel reservations and my favorite utensils, and end up with a mess from which I will never recover.
I keep telling myself, "I just need to get it out of the kitchen. I don't have to move it anywhere. It doesn't involve any travel." This should be a great comfort. Should.
It's bitterly cold once again. Apparently it's too cold for the kids to go to school. The net result: they are playing in the neighborhood (read: in my yard) in their ski suits, and Schubert is barking out the windows like a maniac. I guess if it's too cold to go to school you send your kids outside to play, in IL. They didn't do that in NY. Midwesterners are tough. Hardy.
I will go work on packing my kitchen. I will. I will move a bunch of things out to the sun porch, things that are not in danger of freezing and cracking. I will take a box of snacks and dried fruit and nuts up to Shannon's room for when we have no kitchen.
I don't have a plan for saving my kefir grains over the month I won't have a kitchen. Nor do I have much of a plan for how I will eat gluten-free. David told me, "Buy a bunch of apples and bananas and eat them with nut butters." Good advice, that, but I don't know if I can subsist on apples and almond butter for a whole month.
I wish we had a sink in the basement.
I guess I'll get to work packing.
I think I'll do some laundry.