Construction saga: The way we live

If you're old enough, think back to Barbra Streisand singing "The Way We Were," the 1975 theme song to film of the same name. Then change the words to "The Way We Live." If we had the chance to do it all again, tell me...would we? Could we? I think the way we're living right now is one of the things about our construction saga that we'll choose to forget. Thank goodness there's never a shortage of laughter around this place, so we'll choose to remember that instead.

This was the living room a few weeks ago.

This is the living room now...since the dishwasher, refrigerator, stove and microwave for the new apartment have taken up residence in the alcove. All the dining room furniture has been moved against the wall to make room for toys, which constantly spill out into the living room anyway. We can't even take down all our Christmas decorations, because what will soon be my apartment used to be where I stored Christmas decorations, and the new storage building isn't built yet. There's no place for the step ladder, because the closet it was once stored in is being used for something else.

The outside of the house isn't much better. Carpenters had started to demo the workshop, concrete guys had been jackhammering and plumbers had been laying PVC...but they were stopped by several days of rain, so we had wet piles of construction material to look at for a while.

The rain finally stopped, and the plumbers finished yesterday. Forms have been built and concrete is scheduled to be poured Tuesday, and after a three-day wait for it to cure, we'll really get into high gear...or so I'm told.

I keep repeating again and again, "This will be over soon...This will be over soon." And it will be. And I'll love my new little modernist nest.