This round of remodeling is complete. Kitchen-hallway-back yard. I am going to take some pictures of everything this week. I am also going to make the center column of this blog a bit wider so that the photos can be bigger. I took a lot of photos of wildflowers over the weekend and they just need to be bigger. Summer is so beautiful lately it deserves bigger.
I'm feeling very emotional about the house lately and I don't know why. Or maybe I do know why. Having all of these people here this past month working on it for us has reminded me sometimes of being in the hospital. With people taking care of you, repairing things, making things better, doing things you don't know how to do. I've had that thought several times, especially when my incredibly cool neighbor insisted on installing our new kitchen faucet for me. He was under the sink, covered in rusty droppings from the old faucet, banging his head on the cabinet, endlessly patient and competent. I stood by, nervously (apologetically) useless, quivery and hopeful. It was the last thing that needed fixing. He asked me to hand him a wrench; I almost passed it to him using two hands: Here's the wrench, and a little pink piece of my heart: Thank you.