Becky and I are spending an afternoon at the condo. It seemed like a good idea at the time. The reality is dirty, congested, and non-functional. We ignore all the dust, the piles of tile, the cutting machine in the kitchen, and the lack of plumbing in the bathroom.
I am sitting on the balcony, with the white furniture that was once brown, and I soak up the sun, even though it is zero Celsius. Becky is sitting at her computer desk. She can only go straight in and straight out; no room for turning. She is enjoying her computer games that have been absent for five weeks. She doesn’t mind the baseboard mountain on her left, she has Timone and Pumba!
I am enjoying the wifi. The Internet package at the house is woefully inadequate for our needs and we run out every month. Boohoo (she says sarcastically). It’s not worth changing it as we will back to 100 GB a month once we return to Becky’s high-rise palace in downtown Mississauga. Yahoo!!! In the meantime, I filch wifi from Tim Horton’s and the library.
The accessible bathroom is taking shape, but is nowhere near finished. Tiling is complete, but not the grouting. The plumbing is only roughed in, and the lights are bulbs hanging from wires. It takes some imagination to see the beauty of the finished product, but hopefully we won’t need our imagination for too much longer.
Despite the mess, it’s nice to be here. It is so different to the house that there are things that both of us miss. Our belongings are split between the two homes, and one is more urban and the other more rural. It makes a change for us to be here and we are enjoying it. What a lovely way to spend a Sunday afternoon.