Penultimate
I remember the word penultimate as a term in music theory but don’t ask me about that. I could dredge up the specifics if I tried but I won’t for now. Penultimate in my current context is the night before the night before and that’s tonight and I am still trying to imagine my life without the ugly Landfill Chitchen that I have lived in for so long.
I don’t really have anything much to say tonight. I cooked in the Landfill Chitchen tonight and I guess I will cook in it tomorrow night and then, Thursday, it’ll be gutted. I am processing all of that. Do I have buyer’s remorse? Oh, probably not. I am gonna be here when they gut the place and I will be happy. But I will always remember The Chitchen the way it was when we moved in and how it has been ever since then and all the times I have cooked here.
P.S. The walking the last couple of days has been loverly! There is dry pavement almost everywhere and I only struggle through the back of the schoolyard, where there is mud and ice and snow and whatever. I may be able to stash my hiking pole before long. We’ll see.
March 18th, 2014 at 9:00 pm
Terrific news about the walking and the upcoming beautification of the kitchen! Can’t wait to hear ALL about it!
March 19th, 2014 at 12:06 am
I’m very excited about your kitchen renovation! I do know that chaos is difficult. I keep telling myself that it’ll all be worth it. (Been telling myself that for 15 months so far, with many months left to go). But I’m seeing glimpses of of what “worth it” will ultimately look like. Just remind yourself that you won’t have to deal with 15+++ months!