The carpet has been pulled up, and the floor swept, and Zachary is laying in the middle of it all oblivious, as usual.
There’s a saying that things often get worse before they get better. This is definitely the worse part. Okay, so I knew this was going to be a process – a process of lots of upheaval and things taking a lot longer than I think they should (just because I’m terribly impatient).
So the work for this week is pretty much finished because the wood flooring has been delivered and it has to “adjust” (i.e. sit inside the house for many days to get used to the humidity level in the house). And adjusting is something you can’t rush. It just has to go at its own pace – and something I just have to deal with in all of my impatientness. (I realize that impatientness isn’t a word, really, but it just fit so well as an adjective to describe how I’m feeling. Maybe Webster’s will give me credit for this word in the dictionary like they did to Rachael Ray for EVOO — “extra virgin olive oil.” Why can’t I be that cleaver and think up words like EVOO???)
Luckily for me, I’m not going to be home much for the rest of the week between work and school, so Zachary and the cats will just have to deal without me.