floors

I am at Charlotte's tonight. So very kind of her to offer up her place. I met her here after work and she showed me around, made me practice unlocking all the doors, left, came back for her phone, and then left again. I made myself dinner in her kitchen -- such a pleasure to use a stove and a sink, even though she has no salt (for health reasons, I think) and all of her pans are large. I am feeling better, have gotten over my upset, Ariel has been working on getting the countertops installed sooner than mid-October. The living room was emptied out and mostly stacked up in the front bedroom, except for the stove, which is in the back bedroom. And now the sun room and the kitchen floors are being coated and the living room floor is being refinished.

Last night I got home from book group and the only place to sit was on my bed. I talked to Nola for a good while -- such a good conversation we had, why don't we do that more often? Then I tried and mostly failed to sleep. I was hungry, for one thing. While I was lying there I thought about the things that had upset me -- the countertops and the flooring -- and they didn't seem to matter all that much. I thought about JSV and felt sad but also relieved. Odd to think that my relationship with a contractor seems more vital, in a strange kind of way. I mean, I'm paying him, of course! But that makes it even more important to make things clear, as clear as they can be. The money is just money. The house, it's just a house, small and old. But of course it's more than that, for me.