I always like to say I’m flexible person but I really am a person who thrives on a routine. It has to be a routine with lots of variety but a routine nonetheless. Without a routine, I go a bit wonky and start needing to control situations wherever I can. For example, in this house project, Husband is the lead and his pace, his plans don’t always make sense or happen at a speed I can handle. That upsets the routine. And without the routine, I start needing to create some sort of structure, some sort of control somewhere else in my life. Like at work where I’ll take it upon myself to organize the closet or the junk drawer or the desktop on the computer.
This kitchen project is sending me a bit more nuts than usual and I’m not sure if that’s the delay or lack of relationships to distract or if, like my body, I’m becoming less and less flexible.
We found out this week that we would be without a kitchen till January. Ironically, the kitchen will be installed by our first Houseiversary, a fantastic party “Ta Da!” but, that doesn’t get us through the holidays. The novelty of eating out in new places is gone. And even without much cooking talent, I miss the ability to bake. Husband will be laughing when he reads that.
My morning routine now includes plugging in the hot water pot after filling it from the Brita pitcher and then trudging to the brown granite bathroom to refill the pitcher from the tiny sink. If I want something from the fridge, that’s just inside the den and the entrance to destruction central. I can’t toast and boil water at the same time because the extension cord can only power one thing at a time but that’s fine because there’s not a lot of prep and “cook” space on our fold out table.
I’ve been looking at places for us to spend Thanksgiving dinner. I thought about getting a Whole Foods Thanksgiving dinner but you have to reheat your turkey and our wee toaster oven won’t cut it. Lots of places here do large orders of food so this holiday might end up being just the two of us eating leftovers and marking our thanks by painting a wall or putting in a floor. That is, if we are even at that point in the remodel.
I’ve called a few places that do have dinners or brunches but no one does what this place in Chicago I went to one year – give each party a full turkey, carved at your table and then leftovers wrapped to take home. And there’s something weird about eating out on Thanksgiving. It’s weird to spend it with other folks who have to work to serve us and it’s weird to be just the two of us on such a family holiday. And no, this isn’t a hint to invite us to join you. Husband doesn’t eat in other peoples homes remember. Not to mention there are countless movie and TV scenes where the guest is exposed to awkward family moments and I want no part of that in my memory bank. I’ve got enough awkward in there.
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