Small kitchen

Yet one more reflection in the renovation series.  Months ago we went through motions to re-do the kitchen.  One contractor thought we should get rid of a kitchen wall.  This plan shrunk our already small dining area.  Contractor number two had good renovation skills but was zilch in the design department.  Months later we have backed into a kitchen with contractor number three, who works with a free-lance designer.  They describe themselves as the Odd Couple and share a showroom.  We were not planning on doing a kitchen so soon, but I guess we are.  I leave on a pilgrimage to Iona Wednesday morning.  Life will continue on after I am gone, and of course, when I return.  I hope for small things:  a drawer for my pots and pans, clear glass in the sliding doors so I can see the birds.  And yes, a workable, functional, pleasant kitchen.

Today we settled on floor tile

For the kitchen.

We even came to semi-agreement

On the backsplash.

The door person yesterday

Was completely unhelpful,

Apologetically unhelpful.

The combination

Made it worse.

Our kitchen is small

As kitchens go these days.

It will stay small.

No gourmet chef

Will ever worry about tired feet

As they stand for hours

On the tile we chose today

Making tiramisu.

No gourmet chef

Will ever buy our house

In the middle of our particular community.

Ours will be a kitchen

With no warming ovens

Or freezer drawers.

There will be a drawer

For pots and pans.

I hope for sliding doors

With clear glass

To see the birds in back.

We heard blue jays yesterday.

I want to see the birds

Fly through

On their way

South or North,

Or perhaps stay with us awhile,

Outside our new kitchen

With clear glass.