“You must be a tough cookie” — one of many similar sentiments when our decision to build a home was announced. I chuckled to mask nervous confusion because, for those who know me well, it’s no secret that my proverbial cookie is warm and tender at the center; very seldom tough.
Shortly thereafter, those sentiments were realized. Our once smooth ride to the finish began to twist. A miscommunication there, an incorrect assumption here, and a handful of glaring oversights.
Nauseating and maddening as the construction has been on occasion, the final stage is at hand. The excitement grows daily. And though I may be slower to make peace than he, we’re pleased with a recent flurry of activity:
+ cement patio poured
+ windows and sliding glass doors placed
+ addition of exterior siding, wood shakes and flagstone
+ shingles complete on the roof
+ gas line re-routed to the island
+ fireplace installed
+ plastering of drywall seams
Highly anticipated are the hardwood floors, granite counters, ceramic tile and appliances. Most of all we dream of the double wall ovens and five-burner gas cook top with downdraft. Sweet thoughts are also reserved for the rescue of our cooking tools and bakeware from storage.
As it stands now, projected move-in is set for the middle of November. While I await the new kitchen (and the portion of my mind that’s AWOL), dessert is kept painfully simple. This week, a not-so-tough cookie.