Construction

Our kitchen is under some construction.  Really it’s just a little leak, but it’s in behind the wall, so men with tools came.  They drilled and hammered and moved stuff and carried stuff.  The noises were scary, so I mostly waited in the bathroom when they were here. 

Yesterday, when I came out of the bathroom, the sink, countertop, and silverware drawer were in the living room!!  I never really saw these things before, and I kind of like them down here where I can smell them and taste them. Mom says, “Keep away.”  Has she ever met me?

One of Mom’s stories is under construction, too.  It isn’t leaking or anything, but it needed work.  Mom talked about it at her writing group named David.  David said, “Too many details.” and “Trust the illustrator.” and “Summarize.” Mom said, “Summarizing is tough.” and “You’re too big to sit in the sink.” and “Stop licking the silverware.”

When Mom works on her story construction, it’s not as loud as when the kitchen guys work.  She mumbles a lot and reads out loud to herself, but there’s no scary banging or rumbling. 

The leaky pipe went from drippy to dry.  The men will work some more today to fix up the wall.  The story went from 962 words to 651.  Mom will work some more today to summarize away some of her details.  She said, “I don’t like this.”

Neither do I…