So if you read my last post, you know that we are in the midst of having our kitchen renovated. Finally, after 20 years of planning and 10 years of yearning and 2 years of sheer desperation, we are having our kitchen renovated.
Naturally, being the overly dramatic Italian woman that I am, I have shed some tears over past memories. But now that the new clean, white, wide, sturdy cabinets are in, I’m feeling a whole lot better.
The process isn’t finished quite yet, as I have no counters and no sink, but it still looks a million times better than it did two weeks ago.
I’m delighted with my new space.
But the best part?
The guys who did the work are now three people we consider to be friends.
It’s funny. The crew who did this fabulous work are all blue collar, red voting, conservative GOP guys. One is a retired cop.
To get to our house, they had to turn in just past the rainbow flag. They parked their cars by the shed with the huge “BLACK LIVES MATTER” banner. They maneuvered past our cars with their “Millionaires Can’t Buy Bernie!” stickers and their “People’s Party” magnets.
The Chauvin trial was on TV while they were here, and I was watching it the whole time.
Should have been awkward to say the least, right?
But these three men were kind, thoughtful, funny and open minded. I gave them coffee, offered them lunch, laughed about getting in their way. They cleaned up every speck of dust they created, thanked me for letting them use the bathroom, and helped with more than one little issue that cropped up during the week.
We shared our opinions with honesty and respect. We laughed about our differences. At one point, I handed out cups of coffee and one of the guys said, “Jeez, who knew socialists could make such good coffee.” I kidded them that if they used the soap in my bathroom they’d turn into commies.
The man who owns the construction company brought his beautiful German Shepard with him every day. He told me that she’d be happy to stay in the truck while he worked, but I have a fenced in dog yard and two excitable young dogs. So every day for a week, that Shepard came into the yard and ran and played and chased with my dogs. The payoff, of course, was three tired and supremely happy dogs every night.
And on a few of the days, that same man brought his daughter with him to my house. At first he was hesitant, and promised that she’d only be there for a short time and that she had a backpack full of things to entertain herself. He said that she wouldn’t bother me.
That wonderful young lady and I spent the better part of two full days together and it was the best part of my week. We went outside on a nature hunt. We painted. We sketched. She came with me to my violin lesson. We shared music, and played video games and ate lunch together. She was a shining light who brought me so much joy. I taught her how to say “I love you” in Russian and we hugged each other as we said it. She asked her Dad if she could come back to see me soon, and if I could be her babysitter once or twice.
With our arms around each other, we looked at her Dad, my contractor and simultaneously begged him “Please????”
Life if such a funny thing.
I am just about the most opinionated old lady around. I wear my heart and my thoughts on my sleeve. I regularly yell at the TV when the speaker says things that strike me as wrong.
But in my house, in my kitchen, surrounded by kind and loving humans, all of that political stuff falls away, and friendships bloom.
If only we could find a way to spread that into the wider world, huh?
6 thoughts on “Finding Friends in Odd Places”
I did handles just like that at my last house – love those.
and it’s great what you find in people – no matter their voting habits …
Ha! Andrew, I am so bad at home decorating! I chose the appliances and flooring. They picked everything else, including the handles, which I do love!
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My wife can I can spend hours picking door handles. We picked these because of their modern look and they can double as small towel rails … 😉
Another spot on essay! During the four years before the last 100 or so days, it was all too easy to lump people into two groups (“us” and “them”). In reality, there’s a continuum along many dimensions — thanks for this reminder of that fact. Can’t wait to see the finished kitchen!
Carol, it’s already beautiful and I don’t even have a sink yet, lol!!!
Thank you for sharing this wonderful experience of what it means to be good humans. We may not always share the same opinions or views on politics but we can still respectfully agree to disagree on some issues and still find so much in common. A little kindness, consideration, love & friendship far outweigh the differences between us. 💕