JJW
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So I finished remodeling the kitchen yesterday... officially. My last chore was to build a spice rack for inside a cabinet door.
I'm sad. There were no harps playing. No grand finale music. Just the last wine of the screw motor.
I feel accomplished. I guess that's all I get for my ten months of labor. Not that it was constant. But start to finish, that's the duration.
My wife told me what she wanted (while changing her mind regularly) and tasked me to engineer and construct it. It wasn't just throwing up cabinets. I had to tear out sheetrock, relocate electric boxes, rip up floor underlay, alter the plumbing... pretty much a complete tear down and rebuild. You know... work.
Today, over coffee, we were looking at the pictures of the old kitchen. She commented "I did good," meaning she did good, her design and how it works for her.
Never a thank you to me.
I don't mean anything to her... labor. She used to respect me, and even marvel at my accomplishments. I guess when you get used to things they aren't special anymore.
I'm sad. There were no harps playing. No grand finale music. Just the last wine of the screw motor.
I feel accomplished. I guess that's all I get for my ten months of labor. Not that it was constant. But start to finish, that's the duration.
My wife told me what she wanted (while changing her mind regularly) and tasked me to engineer and construct it. It wasn't just throwing up cabinets. I had to tear out sheetrock, relocate electric boxes, rip up floor underlay, alter the plumbing... pretty much a complete tear down and rebuild. You know... work.
Today, over coffee, we were looking at the pictures of the old kitchen. She commented "I did good," meaning she did good, her design and how it works for her.
Never a thank you to me.
I don't mean anything to her... labor. She used to respect me, and even marvel at my accomplishments. I guess when you get used to things they aren't special anymore.