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Kitchen Refacing (however involuntary)

Topping the list of annoying things that happened yesterday:

1.  I closed the silverware drawer and the front of it fell off. Didn’t I already know about this? You might ask yourself. No, this is drawer number two to fall victim to gravity and shotty repair.
2.  I went to use the super glue to repair an ornament and a beloved coffee mug that was a gift and the was all dried up because at some point my dog had it in his mouth.
3.  The light bulb over the stove burned out. That was really annoying.
4.  This is more uppity than annoying, but I removed the good ol’ Southwestern window boxes and found two things. One, that they were (perhaps cleverly) attached to the wall using L-shaped braces that were hung (impressively levelly) on nails sticking out of the wall. All this time I’ve been under the impression that they were screwed into the wall and Staying Forever. Come to think of it, it’s not such a bad thing that they weren’t permanent. That means that the hole I’ll have to patch is more manageable. Plus, nails are way easier to pull out than screws. I wonder how long they’ve been there. They aren’t very dusty. The second finding is that I was also under the assumption the window boxes were made by an upholsterer. Not so. Which I guess is a compliment to the craftsman. Each box is a plank of plywood with a little padding on the front. Then the fabric was wrapped around it and haphazardly stapled.

Bewildered I was by these discoveries. More importantly, I am excited by the clean slate above the windows. It’s one less little thing around the house that says “Norman lived here. This is his house.”

. . . Even if I have lived in the house for several months now.

It is time to invest in a good pair of gardening gloves. This morning I did what I do best: kill plants. Less morbidly, I pulled a bunch of weeds from the front yard and some of them were mean. I remember pulling weeds with my great grandmother when I was a girl. She would bring this old red cushion outside and also a large paper bag. She’d plop that cushion on the ground and just start pulling and tossing her victims into the bag. I think  I helped her because everything she did was obviously very cool and grown up. She showed me to grasp the plant near the root and twist it to loosen it because if you don’t get the root out, it’s going to come back. Of course my stems always snapped, but over the years I’ve gotten a little bit better, this morning being no exception. It rained pretty well last week as I was told so the ground was nice and soft for such an undertaking. The foxtails came up easily, as they have shallow bunchy roots, and the dandelions were surprisingly forgiving, considering they have monster taproots. And then there were these . . . other . . . weeds. They look very delicate and wispy and as if they would have pretty flowers. Their stems and branches look like fine little tree limbs. Once I grasped them though, they maliciously stabbed through my glove and got all their little burrs stuck to me. After several Weeds from Hell, I decided to only pull foxtails, but sometimes the mean ones were mixed in so I ended up just throwing my glove away, pulling the gigantic dandelions from the area on the side of the house, finishing my vodka cranberry, and going inside.

It only took me about 5 minutes to remove the trash bags from around the trunk of my grapefruit tree in the backyard. I then gave each tree a good soak and came back inside. I then remembered that I haven’t watered my jasmine in the front yard in a few days so I went out and watered it and moved it a little closer to the house. The pink jasmine died about a week ago, presumably because it wasn’t getting enough sunshine. I am experimenting with the white jasmine to see if I can get it to survive another week. The tag said it needs 6 or more hours of sunshine a day. I’m hoping I can see it bloom at least once.