That’s Not Something You Hear Every Day #13

It all started with our dining room table.

I bought the maple set at a garage sale a lifetime ago. It was hopelessly beat up, but I knew it would look great someday with a little elbow grease.

Enter Allen: last week, he spent his days stripping, sanding, and refinishing. When the table made it back into its rightful home in front of our southern window, I kept staring at how beautiful it turned out, just like I knew it would in Allen’s capable hands.

I gazed at the smooth wood in awe. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see our outdated 6×8 kitchen. It looked crappier than ever. I immediately took out two 8 1/2 x 14 sheets of paper, taped them together, sat at my “new” maple work station, and started designing my dream kitchen.

I spent two days neglecting my housework to measure, visit Judd & Black, erase, and fine-tune my blueprint. Occasionally, I would involve Ken. “Hey, do we want cherry wood or maple cabinets? Stainless steel appliances? Kitchen Aid convection oven? Double oven? Are standard counters 24 inches wide?”

Then, reality set in. The next question I asked Ken was this: “Since we won’t be able to afford this kitchen for another 15-20 years, is three feet wide enough to accommodate our wheelchairs?”

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