It’s not that I haven’t been writing. I have. I just haven’t
been writing about the house, despite telling my accountability group that I
will write at least once a week.
Our space keeps getting smaller. We’re living in the original house which is
20 by 30 feet, except that there is no kitchen, unless you count the porch
which has no electricity. A few weeks
ago, we lost the hall closet (original kitchen space) so that ducts could be
run from the attic to the basement. That was when we also lost heat because the
HVAC contractors removed the furnace. And we went half a week without hot water, because the pilot light was somehow extinguished.
Now we’ve lost the bedroom closet, in order to make another
entry to the kitchen. My hanging clothes are in the living room and basement. Other
clothing is on shelves and bins in the basement. Dan’s clothes are either at
work (since he rides his bike, works out, and showers there) or in the
basement. Mostly I’m living out of my suitcase which is under the coffee table
next to the toilet.
The renovation is starting to look house-like, even if there
are no doors, which is a problem when it rains and when birds fly in and make
nests. We’re about six weeks from the end, though our living space may get
worse before it gets better.
