Before and after
The thing is done. Exactly five months to the day after it was begun, the remodel of our kitchen is complete. Our contractor came over on a Thursday to place the vent cover. Barely 15 minutes later he got up, dusted off his hands, and said, “well, that’s it.” “Well, that’s kind of anticlimactic, isn’t it? I was expecting a bit more fanfare,” I said. He laughed. “Well, to be honest, I was expecting that the vent cover wouldn’t fit.” He almost seemed disappointed that it did fit. After all, we’d been in each other’s lives for five months, and it was drawing to a close. “I was thinking I should open a bottle of champagne, but it seems a bit early for that.” I could see his eyes crinkling up in a smile over his mask. “Well, I guess that depends on how you want the rest of your day to go.” He went out to his truck and brought back a small package, a handmade salad server set in a beautiful dark wood. “I remembered that you liked Ken’s work,” he said. Ken is a local wood turner