Zen
Considering I’m living through major construction, I’ve been pretty zen about the whole thing. I’m zen about the noise and invasion of privacy.
I’ve been zen when the hired hands didn’t secure the tarp well enough to endure the wind-rain storm and we had to put pots and pans on the rug to catch the leaks sprouting in the ceiling. (These next two photos plus a video come from Instagram, so if you’re reading this post on e-mail, you’ll need to click over to my blog to view them).
Big rainstorms predicted. This should get interesting. #homerenovation
A photo posted by Jennie Goutet (@aladyinfrance) on Jan 27, 2016 at 3:42am PST
I’ve been zen when the chimney got blocked with rubble – what was our makeshift air filtration system – and black mold started creeping up everywhere on all the walls and ceilings.
I was zen when they finally put tiles on half the house (after going through most of the winter with no roof), only to be told that the hired hands had done a poor job and the tiles weren’t straight and would have to be taken off and done over. Our carpenter – named Jesus – always oversees the work of the hired hands, and no I’m not speaking in parables.
A photo posted by Jennie Goutet (@aladyinfrance) on Feb 26, 2016 at 12:19am PST
I’ve been zen as they broke the glass on the marquise,
zen as a bunch of kids played chase in our yard and trampled all over my hyacinths – (they’re perennial. They’ll grow back) –
zen as chunks of plaster fall from our ceiling causing me to leap up from wherever I’m sitting.
I’ve been zen throughout the drilling.
