I’m sure I will eventually call this post, “What we’re we thinking?” and when I told a friend what we were thinking of doing she said, “Are you sure? Why don’t you go back and read your blog about building your house in Provence or renovating your apartment?” But we are going to do it anyway–do a little more renovating of our apartment. It is very small, by American standards, and the living room is now what was a bedroom before we took out a wall and it is tiny and can barely hold a couch and coffee table so we decided to remove yet another wall, this time to our bedroom to enlarge the living room. This means that we have to move into the last remaining bedroom, once our guest bedroom and, before that, it was the original living room. There has never been a dining room here-just a space against a wall where we put our table and chairs.
Â It was hard, by the way, to find someone to do this job. We finally got one man to come out and give us an estimate and it turned out that he was a Russian who, back in the USSR, was a veterinarian. What strange and unexpected changes life can give you. Maurice’s daughter was having some work done on her apartment and we finally settled on the guy who did the job for her. I suspect he isn’t French either although his French sounds like it is without an accent to me. The guys working with him all have accents that even I can hear, probably Hungarian, I think.
Â Before the work can even start, we had to start moving and rearranging all sorts of things. We piled the twin beds, one on top of another against a wall in what will be our bedroom (anyone want to buy them?), moved our queen sized bed into the same room and then we were left with this huge armoir that we bought right after I moved here. Maurice was determined to move it. It must weigh a good 200 pounds. It is taller than the door way and, we found out, there is a decorative section on top with some lighting that makes the armoir wider than the door, so that had to be removed. Somehow we got the armoir on its side and, with some throw rugs underneath, were able to slide it across the hall into the bedroom and, I don’t know how, we got it upright and into place. Why one of us didn’t hurt our backs is a miracle.
Â So, for the next couple of weeks we will be living on our bed in the bedroom. I have my computer and we have the TV in here and it is close quarters, I have to tell you. I know there will be dust all over the place and that my cat, always terrified of everything, will be totally traumatized. He usually goes into our only closet when guests arrive and I imagine that he will spend the next couple of weeks there. I know it will be a total pain, but it will be nice when it is all over and the dust, literally, settles.
Update:The work was supposed to start today, Thursday, but they weren’t finished with another job and didn’t arrive until 4:30 PM with some equipment to start the job tomorrow. The empty rooms are cold and echoing. We left two guys here to await the equipment while we ran to the grocery store. When we returned oneÂ of them was smoking! The nerve! My French failed me but I made a motion with my hand as if I were firing a gun at him and I think he got the hint that he won’t be able to smoke here. I’m sort of used to smoke having lived here so long but I don’t want it in my own personal apartment.