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I had no idea how long this kitchen renovation was going to drag out!  I'd waited until the new year to get started and had hopes that it would be done by spring break. Its spring break now and we're still discussing a start date. O Holy Cabinetry! Let's get this going!

This is the first time we've had a project important enough? big enough? expensive enough? confusing enough! to need an architect. Usually we've contacted our Always Available Home Project Dude and he's come in and begun immediately. Design decisions were made as needed. 

This time we dawdled around with our architect/designer friend. We'd take a few days to comment back to her, she'd take a few days before contacting us again and then a few days to make changes to the blueprints.  Weeks went by without a firm decision made on anything. We didn't meet with House Builder Jack until late February. I was still optimistic that it would be started Soon.  Oh, no. Another month went by with intent to drop off some cabinet stain samples, some countertop materials, some tile and our time spent agonizing over the differences between flax and taupe.

I feel like I've done by part. We've chosen cabinets. We've chosen a counter material and a backsplash tile. I even encountered a sale at one of the big box stores that included the stove and oven I'd chosen, so I've ordered them. I asked House Builder Jack when to have them delivered and his suggestion of April 30 still had me optimistic. (We'd be ready for appliances by April 30!) No. He wants everything on site (translation: in our garage) before starting.

At this point we won't be done before school is out at the end of May. We'll be lucky if they're done before we leave town on a planned summer trip.  This is just as tedious as the nursery rhyme.

"This is the house that Jack built..."
by Mother Goose
This is the house that Jack built.

This is the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cock that crowed in the morn,
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the farmer sowing his corn,
That kept the cock that crowed in the morn,
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.