The kitchen renovation started yesterday. There have been two days of demolition and now my kitchen is stripped bare, down to the studs in parts. Everything looks clean underneath—no rot to speak of—and well built. I’m very thankful for that, because you never know what you’ll find in a sixty year old house.
I’m thankful that everything I had to order for the job came quickly, including the kitchen sink. I’m thankful that Amazon.ca sells farmhouse (or apron) style sinks and ships them free. That’s a big deal when you live in a place as isolated as I do. I’m thankful, too, for the postman who delivers big heavy boxes to my door.
I’m thankful for a project running smoothly so far—and I pray that it continues. I needed this job done, nothing except replacing flooring and appliances had been done to the kitchen since we moved in in 1984, and the cupboards were built in 1950 when the house was. I’m so thankful that God provided the means for me to do this bit of home improvement.
I’m thankful that my grandbabies have recovered or are recovering from the nasty stomach bug that made them all sick.
I’m thankful for peaceful evenings after busy days.