You'll probably read me bitching about all the walls in this place before I finish this project---but there is one wall that is the most impactful on my life these days. It is the wall that signifies the entire project.
It doesn't look like much, just a few sheets of OSB with the typical, ugly, irregular pattern. It is the wall that has been erected to separate my house from what used to be my house. Order from chaos. Sorta clean from very dirty. Complete from incomplete.
It is the wall separating our house from what used to be our kitchen.
As I mentioned earlier, I have begun thinking of this thin barrier as something more significant. It is the paper think cocoon protecting us from the menace that is construction---the dust-clogged money pit that looms over our lives. This 1/2 inch of wood pulp re-engineered into a thin sheet is all that protects life as we (well Jo-Elle and I anyway) know it, from the cold menace that used to be the back of our house.
This wall is all that protects our beloved dirt-free homeland from the encroachment of evil Kitchenistan. So despite its ugliness, we celebrate this wall for helping to (kinda) preserve our way of life. On our side, the home we love---on the other side of the portal is dark Mordoor. I shiver just thinking of it.
...but for real, it is crazy to suddenly have this wall that truncates our house. But we are getting used to it---plus it holds up our microwave, which, along with the George Forman Grill, is about all we have to cook with...
I am not eating well...
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