When Things Are Just Too Much

If you read my blog on a regular basis, then you know that the Crankee Yankee and I are renovating our kitchen. It started when I left in February to go to Hawaii for two weeks; while I was gone, the Crankee Yankee and his brother tore everything down to the bare boards. The ceiling, too, came down. Long dusty and dirty story short, they prepped everything so that the new cabinets and formica could go up.

I never expected the kitchen to be completely done while I was gone, but for now the new formica and all the cabinets are up, as well as the new ceiling. All our dishes and glasses, etc. fit in beautifully with room to spare. There are three (count ’em, THREE) lazy susans, and they are filled up with our tons of spices (fact: the Crankee Yankee has never met a spice he didn’t like).

So now we are in the process of prepping the walls; the Crankee Yankee is doing it, and it’s a long process, but well worth it. All this means is that when it comes time to paint the walls (which is a gorgeous lemon yellow; fabulous with the gray cabinets and light gray formica), it will all go on smoothly.

And yes, I do get frustrated from time to time as I am washing glasses and dishes and pots in the bathroom sink (and yes, if you’re wondering, we do use a lot of paper plates). But the effort is well worth the time.

This adventure we are on reminds me of an old story I read a long time ago. Many years ago in a small village, there lived a man and his wife. Their children were grown up and gone, and they ran a small farm. The wife began to feel as if her home was just too small, and wondered what it would be like to have a bigger home. Whenever she brought this up to her husband, he just laughed and said, ‘Woman, when our children were here, we could have used a bigger house. But they are gone and have their own families; this house is big enough for you and me.’

But still, the woman wanted a bigger house. She knew that it was useless to argue with her husband about it, so she went to her priest and asked his advice. The priest listened to her, and said, ‘I can help you with this.’ The woman was very happy, and leaned forward to hear what he had to say.

The priest said, “go home and bring your cow inside your house.”

The woman thought she heard wrong and asked why she should bring their cow into the house. The priest just smiled and told her to do as he asked. So she walked home, and brought the cow into the house. You can only imagine how things were: if she thought her house was small before, it certainly felt much smaller with the cow in it!

Still she wanted a bigger house. A week went by, and she went to her priest and told him about the cow. The priest smiled at her and asked her to bring in the chickens, and then he bid her good day.

She walked home shaking her head, but she believed in her priest, and brought all the chickens into the house. Each week she went to her priest to ask for help, and each week he told her to bring another animal into her house.

Soon the house was filled with the woman and her husband, the cow, all the chickens, the goat, the two sheep, a pair of ducks and their horse. There was hardly room for any of them.

The woman went to her priest again, and told him that all of their farm animals were now in their house. The priest nodded and smiled, and told her to bring the cow out of the house. Each week when the woman went to her priest, he asked her to bring out the chickens, then the goat, then the two sheep, then the ducks and finally the horse.

When she came to visit the priest the next week, he asked her how things were going. The woman gave him a big smile and said, “it’s wonderful! I don’t know why I was so set on having a bigger house; we have plenty of room!”

So there you have it; it’s all in the attitude. Any of you who have lived through a major home project will understand how it feels to have so much up in the air. But you do get through it. The Crankee Yankee is doing his usual good job, and a good job takes time. My part in this is to help all I can, and keep smiling. This sort of thing is never easy, but well worth it.

Best thing about it? We only have five cats in the house; no cow, no chickens, no goat, no sheep, no ducks and no horse. I can live with that.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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