"I wonder what clock sales are like around here," my sister mused this morning, in a wry tone of voice. That made me laugh and laugh, and if you lived here you would understand why.
Last Friday, I left you with a blog post, It's Tile Time, in which I said I'd be back Monday with the before and after pictures of the transformation of our old carpeted floors to new tile ones. Ha!
This whole tile job has been an object lesson in "poco tiempo" for us frenetically hard-wired former Easterners.
Here we are on Tuesday, five days into the project: The house is in chaos, with the furniture from the living room and study crammed into other rooms. The computers are on the kitchen counters, limiting the usual kitchen action. There's no place to sit but outside, because the sofa is now in an off-limits room. To take a shower, we have to avoid walking on the floors-that-will-someday-be-tiled by going outside through the patio to get to the big bathroom.
We are learning that it is useless to start any sentence with the words "how long..." or "when will..." or "where were you all morning when you said yesterday you would start work today first thing..."
We are learning to relax and smile, and to shake off our expectations. We are learning to appreciate the slower pace without grinding our teeth. Here is a quote that might sum it all up:
Charles F. Lummis's The Land of Poco Tiempo is the story of New Mexico as Lummis found it when he moved to the territory in 1888 to recover his health. As Lummis translates the Spanish title, “poco tiempo” means “pretty soon” and the phrase expresses the lack of haste in the lives of the area's inhabitants. Lummis, who had suffered a stroke because of his high-pressure job in Los Angeles, appreciated this attitude.
We are learning to appreciate the attitude, and I hope you will to, because I'm not sure when we'll be taking any "after" photos of this project...
(All images from Wikimedia Commons)