Friday, June 29, 2007 AD Ouch. My mother always told me, "When you buy a house, make sure you get one with a bigger kitchen!" So of course I bought her house, with, oddly enough, the exact same size kitchen. These post-war houses were not built with domesticity in mind, and before I took out the kitchen table and put in a counter, the only counter space was the approximately 1.5 square feet adjoining the sink. I complain sometimes, but really I get by OK. I don't often try to do anything that requires a rolling pin, because it also requires moving everything off the counter, but with some pantrification of my dining room and a high tolerance for clutter in the kitchen, it works out OK. But it wasn't 'til today that I finally found something I really, really like about the small size of my kitchen -- there's less floor to scrub! The floor had gotten to a pretty disastrous state, so I needed to invest a good bit of time and elbow grease, but it's significantly less shameful than it was an hour ago. Yay! I, however, am pretty joint-achy from the endeavor. If I'd had to scrub twice that much acreage, I don't think I'd have been able to get up off the floor!
But I'm still going to look for a bigger kitchen in my next house, which, Lord willing, will be within the next few months! After two plus years of waffling (I'm sure I want to move; I'm not so sure I want to move; I'm sure I don't want to move; lather; rinse; repeat) I think I've finally really, truly settled on moving to within 20-30 minutes of the hub of my church (unless, of course, I waffle again). And since I'll be closer to my community, I bet I know where I can find a younger, limberer person who's not too proud to scrub floors for cash!
OK...I think I've recovered enough...time to get off my keister and get back to work...but I think I'll look for a task higher off the ground. ;-) Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 6/29/2007 12:14:00 PM
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