“It’s almost like an image created with a thousand moving parts, all 3d, all moving and shifting while we’re all involved, moving some things, moving ourselves around other things when BOOM it all lines up and it is so hard to believe that such random events over the course of so many years could have possibly, suddenly, seemingly for no real reason, aligned to create a perfect image. How is it that things do seem to work out?”
I have not been this sore in a very long time. If you read my last blog post then you know I embarked on a long journey and took the first steps of thousands over just this past weekend. My grandma’s house is now mine and Joe’s and my plans have been laid into place and started with the tearing out of the first wall. Remodeling is always a painful process, I remodeled a home once before so I was hugely realistic about the time-line and the outcomes. Turns out that my past horrible remodeling and renovating experiences are not the experiences I will have in this project. (It is just so true that even the best of times can become total nightmares if you have the wrong person to share it with and renovating is already challenging enough.)
My mom and I have often talked about (and been stunned by) how things do seem to always work out. This past year we have stopped many times and just stared, heads cocked to the side like dogs hearing a funny noise. “Wow, I can’t believe how that worked out.” “No kidding!” “It is almost bizarre!” “Right!?” I guess that is just how life is – though I am always the skeptic and never try to let anything get my hopes up. (I’m still making the joke with Joe that we’ll talk about the status of our relationship after I see how it goes sheet rocking together. Of course that is nothing but a surface joke now.) Renovating this house with Joe has already become something I had only held out the smallest hope for in the past. I had always dreamed of two people working together to build something for their future, to make something beautiful, to do something right. My experiences had me doubting the very possibility that such a thing could ever exist and I had resigned myself to doing things like this alone.
With one swing of the sledge hammer Joe blew all of my doubts away. This is gonna be fun.
Talking about everything coming full circle – the writing really was on the wall the other day when I was working in my garage on the last two pieces of furniture that I have that need to be refinished. I wasn’t counting or planning when I took what I could salvage from my grandparents’ house and farm. If you were following this blog then you know I had a real hodge-podge of furniture that I really wasn’t sure what I was going to do with. But I got to refinishing it anyway because I needed something to do – and it all needed to be refinished. So, I got to work last fall. This spring I am down to two of the last pieces, an old “buffet” and the oldest, roughest dresser of the bunch. Both of which, last year, I wasn’t sure what I was going to do with so I pegged the buffet my future entertainment center.
Turns out the old buffet has a velvet lined draw in it with dividers for silver cutlery that is also, somehow, just perfect for tv remotes… funny.
There were four dressers all together and I needed three bathroom vanities for Grandma’s house and a dresser for the extra bedroom… funny.
I needed a shelf-like unit to make a kitchen island out of and realized that the very last piece I had left (an ancient Edison radio stand – minus the radio) would be absolutely perfect for such a job… funny.
I am only going to be able to fit three pieces of my four piece bedroom set in the master bedroom of Grandma’s house. It turns out I have a spot for a piece in my master bathroom and it just so happens that my bedroom set includes an old magazine rack that I was using for a bedside table… funny.
I’m using the furniture as just an example as to how things are strangely working out. It’s almost like an image created with a thousand moving parts, all 3d, all moving and shifting while we’re all involved, moving some things, moving ourselves around other things when BOOM it all lines up and it is so hard to believe that such seemingly random events over the course of so many years could have possibly, suddenly, seemingly for no real reason, aligned to create a perfect image. How is it that things do seem to work out? I have spent years simply holding on to what I wanted – what I dreamed of – never speaking it out loud. As I got older it became more defined in my head and by the fall of 2013 I knew the kind of man that had a chance with me, and, quite frankly, I didn’t believe he existed. Unless I wanted to renovate a house with him, we had no future together. I figured I’d be doing this alone and I was cool with that, I was tired of being miserable and I was so sick of men, I stopped talking to all of them and canceled any plans that didn’t include me alone in my garage.
I drew that line and not days afterward, Joe drove up my driveway… funny.