Random #3

Hello, and welcome to this week’s installment of Random Photography. I know there are people out there that are thinking that this little resolution of mine will fall to the wayside much like the silly little notion of me exercising, but no my friends. This is one goal that I intend to keep (as I actually enjoy it unlike exercise which I just for the life of me can’t seem to see the draw so many of you talk about). 

I mentioned before that we are in the middle of a kitchen renovation and I don’t think that I fully understood what my friend Tim was talking about when he said “be prepared for no kitchen for awhile.” I am not exactly sure what the hell I thought would happen, but I can tell you that it wasn’t what is happening below me right now. No kitchen really means no kitchen and I miss my cabinets and microwave and smoothly working sink in a bad way.  All for the greater good and it will be worth it in the end but I am feeling very inconvenienced right now.  I’ll tell you something else since I am on the topic of inconvenience. I had a dentist appointment today, the first of two for a crown, an annoying, expensive, necessary evil. I sat in the chair, was pumped full of novocaine by a dentist lacking any and all people skills, and after an hour of him doing God knows what in there he casually mentioned to me that the impression kit wasn’t the right size or some other unacceptable nonsense like that and that we would have to schedule another appointment to do this all over again. Really? I wonder, when did he realize that the proper steps necessary to make this a successful appointment had not, in fact, been taken.  So, two hours of my precious three hours of working time were taken up and half of my face was put to sleep for nothing this afternoon. Bitter. Why am I required to give a 24 cancellation notice or I am charged but they can waste my afternoon and fill my face with enough drugs to make it impossible to accurately display how unhappy I was with the situation? And my socially challenged dentist could not even bring himself to offer a word condolence for the unfortunate situation that I found myself in or take any responsibility for what had just gone down. I do not like that man.

Clearly, I am still fired up about the dentist but when I got home I found this old beer can that was in one of the kitchen walls.  I just think it is so cool to think about the dudes putting together this house way back when, cracking beers and hammering nails and leaving little artifacts for someone else to find 50 years later. The history of a house I find compelling. Like who called it their own first? Who brought home their new babies and raised families? Who stayed here until his wife passed away and he had to leave himself? Was it all the same guy? Was it a happy house, as happy as mine? Was it the same person who put a bottle opener and a lock that only locks from the inside in the shed? I love to think about it.

Happy Monday!

xo, Rachel