Many hands make lighter work.
this is similar to what we ended up with (minus the rad brick) -image from lssu.edu
Traveler has begun a gigantic renovation project and Jonah (Quinky Girl’s other partner) and I helped. We demolished his 1960’s bathroom from his 1917 house. There was basically a room built into a room, so we took down paneling, sheetrock, studs, plywood, plaster and lathe. Actually it looks like there were two renovations to that area of the house over time. You know those bathrooms Greta Garbow must have had in some movie, all marble and golden fixtures, hollywood glamour? Yeah. We took out the 60’s plastic version of that. Formica with veins and flecks and swirls and fake brass frills on a bathroom that at some point had eaten a hallway and what seems to have been a closet with a window. (We can’t figure it out!) They wanted that 3 feet of kitchen and a luxurious bathroom from this century. It’s step one.
I felt giddy to be included.
FINALLY.. something I’m good at that I could do for them. They’ve taught me about wine and Traveler has taught me to ski and play WOW and helped me make furniture. Quinky has taught me a lot of life and love stuff and inspired me to learn to cook with her crazy skills and encouragement.
This is part of what we did today. Image found at wanderleur.com
I have a lot of skills and I am always appreciated, but this was kinda special to me. Long long ago I did demolitions for a living. I had one unsettling moment for them when about 40 pounds of plaster came down in a shot, but I was a huge help. And I loved it. I loved it because I love them and I love being useful to them. The plumbers are coming and I helped make them ready. We all worked really really hard and we all contributed.
But here’s a little secret part. I love it because I love feeling included. My family was doing a big project and they needed my help. We built something. I helped them make home better. I love it when we’re all together at times like that and when we sit afterwards sipping lovely champagne that is extra good in our parched and tired throats and the sore muscles we have earned. Seriously.. next time you kick the shit outta some long and aching task, sit and survey your labors with bubbles.
I love it too because I love how well Traveler and I work together, working on our own parts and coming together, flowing in and out of our lone tasks and those we collaborate on. We troubleshot together, taking each other’s suggestions and jumping to one another’s aid, and got a very large amount of work done. They’re ready for the plumber now. I love that we work well together. I love that we all made it happen. It thrills me to have this with Traveler and me. It’s not like it’s some thing that only exists with us, but it doesn’t have to be. I just like that it exists with us. I like how much we love working together. It makes me feel… secure. It’s a thing partners do. I won’t have his last name and I may never know his family. But I helped to make his home. And that makes me really happy.
It’s a thing partners do.
And we’re partners. We’re actually really good partners.