It is frequently good to be married to a geek and to have a son who is a geek. Got technology? They are always finding the next best thing since sliced bread. Although the final finishing touches are still awaited, there are lights above the cabinets for ambiance, lights underneath the cabinets for function, and task lighting. Last night while I was waiting on the rice to finish for the stir-fry, I just sat there in my director’s chair and called “lights, camera, action!”
Color options range from regular white, blue, green, lavender, red, warm, cool, bright, dimmed, yada yada yada. I cannot think of a time I would use red or green, unless I am hosting a swinging holiday party, but still, it is fun to see how the ambiance changes with the press of a key pad on the remote control.
I am still in process of unpacking and restoring items, or readying for donation, recycle, or trash, and arranging and rearranging. When Rand took the temp counters off for the counter fabricator to measure, he set a few things here and there. Mom’s birdhouse ended up on top of the cabinet, sparking an idea. Truthfully, I had not planned to do anything with it other than set it back in the china hutch. Sometimes, though, it is like an unseen hand on my shoulder and mother’s voice, when you did not want something, asking “but what’s wrong with it?” Granted, when it was the leather fringed collar from the 1980s that she tried to give me every time I went home for 20 years, it was easy enough to say “it’s just not my style anymore and it’s out of fashion.”
The birdhouse? “But it’s blue, and the other things up there are blue. What’s wrong with it?” Since I have been a little blue since the abdication of the cottage crew, I decided to just roll with it.