It’s been scary today. For the first time, the project weighed down on me.
While I tried to get some desk work done upstairs, the craftsmen below abused the house with sledgehammers and unspeakable, giant tools. The cat squeezed herself into perceived safety under my bed. With every new series of roars and bangs the whole house shook and vibrated. The 2011 earthquake couldn’t have felt any more frightening.
In fact, the earthquake was gentler on the house than this. Today, little nail holes and cracks popped up all over the basement ceiling.
I have to keep reminding myself that it first has to go down the hill before it can go up again. All this destruction is a necessary side effect, right? After yesterday’s setback it just felt all crazy. (Should we have put up with the cardboard kitchen for a while longer?) Well, we’re way past that.
It’s not all grim, though: The sink and the faucet were delivered today, and I adore them. They’re symbols of a better time to come.
(You can find photos from previous days here.)