MY LIFE – Starting the new year off with a bang

MY LIFE – Starting the new year off with a bang

Let me preface this by saying that I am not even sure there will be time to finish this, the problem being that I am in the middle of what for me are major home renovations and today, if all goes according to plans, will be the day most of the old windows will be replaced ... if the rain holds off.

I don’t know how the rest of you live, but to be perfectly honest, around here there isn’t a clear path to any one of the windows slated for replacement. And until I see the white of their eyes, I have no idea where the window replacers plan to start. Ergo, I have no idea which way to jump. And since almost every room in the house will be involved, taking everything apart all at once does not seem at all prudent.

In some cases, furniture will need to be moved. In all cases, curtains will need to come down. And in all cases, “stuff” will need to be moved out of the way.

Should I move my knitting bag and yarn that sits under the window next to the recliner where I pretty much live, watch TV, read, and type in this column? Ditto for the small table full of books. And the kind of cumbersome “torchere” (which I have always referred to as a funeral parlor lamp since that’s where I have always seen that style of floor lamp). Oh, and the very recliner I am presently sitting in.

Great if this is where they plan to start, always supposing the rain doesn’t start up again, but if it isn’t, then where am I supposed to park myself for the time being?

The bathroom shouldn’t be a problem. Unless, that is, the need to take down the wooden medicine cabinet that crowds right up against one side of the window to be replaced, which would involve emptying it, not only of the medicinal sort of things behind the doors, but the cutesy doodads on top of and on the attached shelf beneath it. Oh, and let’s not forget the curtain and window shade over it.

Then there’s the big windows front and back in the living room, and the one over the kitchen sink.

The small knitting bag is a minor thing. The rest, however, involve stuff like tables, chests, sofas, and the vast array of gadgets that populate the countertops in my well-used kitchen.

There is also the matter of the 6-foot long folding table that currently stands right in the way of progress in the living room with a 750 piece jigsaw puzzle currently in progress on it. I don’t mind scooting around the corners of it when I need to get from one side of the room to the other, but I doubt the guys working on installing the new windows will view it as kindly.

Living alone and pretty much sheltering in place during this damnable pandemic we have all been living under for going on a year now has altered how I now view household decor. No one is coming to visit, so I have fallen into the habit of leaving things out for my own convenience. No necessarily pretty, perhaps, but for right now it works for me ... and I’m the only one here.

The dining room is the only room not involved, since that window had been replaced several years ago during a minor revamp. But as we are also in the midst of re-siding the house, I had to take down anything that may have been disturbed during the banging, like the collection of teapots over the big window, and the antique Blue Willow tea set I had received as a Christmas gift when I was about 8 years old that was in its special shelving unit on the side wall, all of which now sit on the dining room table waiting until the coast is clear.

So here I sit, waiting for the other shoe to drop, or the hammer to drop, which may be closer to the truth.

So here I sit, waiting for the hammer to fall, or the shoe to drop, not sure which way to jump.

Oops, I just heard what sounds like a truck unloading in the driveway, so I will cut this short right now, with apologies for any typos or other errors since I don’t even have time for corrections.


Rhea Bouchard Powers is a writer from Cumberland.