Show Me the Way to Go Home

♫Show me the way to home♪
♪I'm tired and I want to go to bed♫

The last few days I've been extremely overcome with a feeling of homesickness. It is a stop-this-ride-I-want-to-get-off kind of feeling. I don't want to play anymore. It's been real, folks. Now let me go home and sleep in my own bed.

Oh how I would love to wake up in my own bed. Just to spend a night snuggled into my warm waterbed and wake up under a real comforter, and not this rented blanket. Yes, true...I could go buy a comforter. But I don't want to. Because I can't put it on my bed. In my house. And I'm stubborn that way.

So, I went to visit my house today. What did I find? Well...

This:

This is our stairway with heavy soot and the window busted out.

  Has become this:

Stairway post demolition.

There is actually quite a lot going on. The house is getting a thorough cleaning in preparation for sealant to be sprayed on the woodwork. There are bids coming in from plumbers and electricians. Roofers are poking around in the shingles to assess the damage there. We are even starting to talk kitchen cabinets.

But, the more I look at the empty house, the more I miss home. It has also occurred to me with harsh reality that I am never going back 'home'. Home, as it was, is gone. The soft, worn, denim furniture...gone. The kitchen cabinets we painstakingly painted to match the red floor...gone. Rough Stuff's purple room...gone. Bubba's green room...gone. My lamps, my curtains, my dishes...gone, gone, gone. And it is really that, the familiarity, that I long for.

Enough of that already.

What else greeted me today?

This:

 
 This is not how we use the respirator masks, guys. I'm pretty sure the insulation and dust are supposed to be on the OUTSIDE of the mask. Good geez.

And then there was this:

Let me interpret that for you. It is the opening the toilet should sit on. With a cup stuck in it. To keep the sewer gasses from entering the house. That is resourcefulness at it's best right there. My mistake was in asking why there was a cup stuck in that hole in the first place. I should know better.

♫I had a little drink about an hour ago and it went right to my head ♪
♪boom, boom, boom♫

I didn't have a drink. They must have had a drink. The contractors, that is. Why else would you cram a foam cup in a toilet hole? Why, folks?

Sheesh.