New Kitchen, Part One

There will probably be many more parts to this new kitchen as it's completed slowly over the next months, but here's installment number one: the new appliances!

Trevor had to deal with the two fellows who installed them all--they were here for about three hours and managed to chip four of our counter tiles (luckily we got the appliances before the new counters and cabinets), lose the electricity to one wall, and have no idea how to get it back on. T. eventually realized the magical "reset" button on the outlet behind the toaster oven. He's pretty smart. And thankfully he used his noodle to figure it out before the installers had completely dismantled the fuse box. They'd gotten to the face plate and were about to start...god knows what. Snipping wires?

The microwave is hiding under the kitchen table (and when the guy set the dolly down on the floor, he set it on a floor lamp and almost broke it. truth be told, he sounds like kind of a disaster), and we'll put that in above the stove once the cabinets are fresh and new. For now, it stays in the box.

Oh, did you notice that we have two ovens? Yes, we do! We have a mini pizza-perfect oven and a second, larger oven for, well, I guess much larger pizzas.

The Last Meal

Six months of Bank of America yanking our chain for an absurdly small refinance finally resulted in T. and me getting our money last month. And those six months of paperwork lost and redundantly sent, dozens of e-mails shooting between us and one unbearably inefficient loan processor, Jesus "Jesse" Velasquez (if I had his home phone number, I'd certainly publish it here), and one accusation of forgery later, we're able to finally start thinking about remodeling the kitchen, which was the biggest reason for the refinance in the first place.

We spent a couple of afternoons at Abt Electronics, trying to figure out the best appliances for us, and we settled on a lovely group from KitchenAid. We decided to take advantage of some of the deals Abt was offering and arranged to get them delivered sooner rather than later. So even though we won't do the full remodel until May, once I'm finished with school for the semester, we'll be able to use our brand spanking new appliances, starting tomorrow! Tonight I "cooked" our last meal (a set of frozen dinners because we figured that doing any major grocery shopping right before a new fridge is delivered was kind of silly) in our old oven. The oven and fridge have served us well, and the dishwasher has served us, well...loudly. Very loudly.

Henry says goodbye to the stove

We checked out kitchen cabinets and counter-tops at Home Depot last weekend, and wanted to head to IKEA this afternoon to compare variety and price, but the weather didn't cooperate. We'll probably head out there on Friday night when the traffic is a bit lighter--if not on the roads, at least in the store.

Greg, Paula, and Bosco were in Arizona this week/week-end, so T. and I dog sat. Tequila and the girls say, "hellooooooo!"

And G. and P. have gone a little nutso (or have they gone "bosco"?) over the Bosco website they've recently discovered.

The chocolate bar is actually pretty tasty; once they open the syrups, I'll do a taste test and give a full report.

And here's some other big news: after Thursday night, I'll be a fully tenured faculty member at McHenry County College. The MCC Board of Trustees votes at the monthly meeting on whether or not I and four of my new faculty "classmates" get tenure, but it's a no-contest vote and according to our union president, it's a very underwhelming event. So she's taking us to dinner first at the local Mexican restaurant, Pablo's, and then we'll have a tenure "tea" in a few weeks (where we'll get tiaras and light sabers!) to make the event a little more memorable. So, that's going to be nice, although after almost three years of working towards this, and after finishing the portfolio project and submitting it in November, I feel a little underwhelmed, myself. Or maybe it's just the fifth week blahs. One of my colleagues in the art department gave the explanation, after I'd been complaining about a particularly lackluster class last Tuesday, "Oh, it's week five." According to her, it's the time in the semester when the students top trying to impress you. The bloom is off the rose, and you start to see who they actually are, as students and as people. And the picture isn't always pretty. I think she's right, but the Thursday classes were back on track, so hopefully not all of the students will turn out to be toads.

And before heading off to bed, I've got to read some creative writing essays by some students (and some toads...), so goodnight, all, and if the weather is going to be as crummy as promised, please drive safely!

We Survived the Thundersnow

Like most of Chicago, when the snow came, we'd had a few days of warning and were prepared. I had been sent home early on Tuesday afternoon from school, and luckily I'd taken the train and didn't have to deal with the early blizzard traffic. The gallery closed a couple of hours early, too, and Trevor, Juli, and Matt, had a few drinks late in the afternoon at our local bar before parting ways when the snow and wind really started to rip.

We listened to the thundersnow and watched it fall through the night, and then hunkered down on Wednesday after the storm--the gallery was closed so T. didn't have to go in, and schools were closed all over the Chicagoland area, including mine--to watch news coverage of the blizzard, futz around on our computers, nap, eat sandwiches, and finally, finally, watch our Netflix movie (Micmacs--quite enjoyable). That night Trevor took some photos on his walk with Henry.

The second picture is right outside of our building. They're (still) fixing our roof from the fire at the end of September, and some giant foam boards blew off the roof and landed on the sidewalk. Trevor claimed that they weren't heavy, but I contest they could have knocked him out if they'd hit him in the head. They're still sitting there, or at least, they were still there on Friday.

Not everyone was as lucky as we'd been on Tuesday night, though. My friend Angie had been coming home from After-Words bookstore (where she and I used to work together, and before that, CST), and her bus trip from Illinois and State to Wrigleyville wasn't altogether pleasant. And here, for the first ever guest spot on Archipelago (how exciting!), is Angie, with her account of the trek:

"I was on Lake Shore Drive during the winter madness. I got out of work early and caught the northbound 146 bus home at about 5:20 p.m. Things were slowly but surely moving and it took two hours to get from Michigan Avenue to just north of Fullerton Avenue and then we just stopped. The wind outside made it impossible to see more than a few feet. We could see the lights from the other cars but that was very limited. Luckily the bus was warm and dry and had a diesel engine so we didn’t run out of fuel and kept our spirits up. I must confess to getting very freaked out at times mostly when I heard the thunder and saw the lightning. Thunder snow may be a rare meteorological event, but it’s nothing you want to hear when you are sitting in a plastic bus!
 
The most frustrating was the lack of communication between the CTA and emergency services and us. No one from the outside was telling us anything. We had to rely on people’s smart phones and iPads to tell us what was going on. Our bus driver was even afraid to use his cell phone because it’s against the rules and he could be fired. I find that very disheartening that there is no central dispatch that connects all the drivers and they can’t contact anyone or have a direct line to anyone when it was needed the most. We had a great bus driver and his high spirits made things a lot easier.
 
So the hours were ticking slowly by and I must admit I was beginning to think that I would have to sleep on the bus and wait for morning. Around one in the morning we were beginning to see the fire department walking around outside checking on people in the cars surrounding our bus. One fireman came on board and said that they were going to get another bus to us on the southbound side to take us to a “warming station” and see where we would go from there.
 
We were finally bundled off the bus and had to cross the highway median to another bus already full of other stranded folks from buses and cars. It was a tight fit but we all wedged in and made our way slowly to St. Joseph’s hospital for the next part of our night. It was crowded and I was sweating into my very thick coat, but I was happy to be on a bus that moved! It seemed that everyone on the bus was still in good shaped but very tired and looking forward to being off the road and, hopefully, make it home.
 
After a slow crawl and some backing up we walked about a block into the hospital where we were greeted with hot drinks, blankets, food and to my GREAT relief, bathrooms! After eight hours on a bus I was doing a very elaborate pee pee dance let me tell you. I inhaled the bagel and orange that I got from the staff and was nice to sit and take off my coat. Unfortunately there was no transport out of the hospital and I spent the next seven hours trying to doze and think about how I was going to get home to my bed and a large pot of tea.
 
The hospital provided a hot breakfast of bagels, and oatmeal (the first and last I’ll ever eat I hope) with and apple and orange juice. It was warm and there so I ate and was grateful for a full tummy. My blizzard buddy Heather and I had had enough and along with a couple of other ladies decided we were going to the bus stop at Belmont and see if the busses were running. That bus stop was close enough to my place that if I made it that far I could chance the walk home. CTA bus tracker said that the 151 was running and we went for it. I never felt more out of shape in my life as when we were climbing over the snow. Some places were at least a couple of feet deep and no shovel had yet touched them. We were nearing the Belmont stop and there were busses lined up so we knew that they were at least on the road. We arrived at the bus stop and found another of our bus mates already at the stop. Every bus that went by wasn’t ours but we were hopeful and just when I had decided to walk, it arrived. The warm, moving bus took me the final blocks to my apartment and we saw men, women, children and dogs playing and running down the middle of Lake Shore Drive.
 
I was so happy to see my block, then my courtyard where the wind had not been kind and snow drifts had come up at least waist high in some places and the doors didn’t really want to close because of the all the packed snow. My apartment has never been so welcoming. I was never so glad to take off my clothes and put on my pajamas. I covered my eyes and plugged my ears and slept from 9 a.m. until at least 5:30 p.m. It was a great relief. After heating up some leftovers and making my long-dreamed-for pot of tea, I made my calls and was called by friends and relations checking in on me and catching me up on what had happened while I was stuck in the void. I went to bed again around midnight and slept through till eight this morning when my alarm went off. I was not looking forward to getting out again but it had to be done and I was not alone. The busses were running and they were full with people like me going to work and getting on with things."

Holy cow. All morning long T. and I had been watching footage of LSD, and poor Angie had spent the night there. I'm glad she's safe and sound, and can only imagine how good that pot of tea tasted. Just to end her story on a super high note, here's an image of her on a much, much happier day:

Thursday morning, T. got to go back to work, but MCC was still closed down, which meant another day off and a total monkey wrench in my class schedule. But I'm sure no one feels too bad for me, especially not my students. I spent most of the day grading papers, but still had time to do the laundry and watch two Tom Hanks movies (who knew he's appropriate movie material for a blizzard?).

And now, after five days away from school--some of it spent working, but much more of it spent watching movies, eating sandwiches (really delicious tomato sandwiches on this amazing sourdough from the Green Grocer), knitting (check out this scarf I finished for Maya!

And that's the very first time I've done a scarf with fringe--so exciting!), enjoying a date night with T. at Girl and the Goat (where we were pleasantly surprised by the variety of pescatarian options, especially the chick pea fritters and the grilled seppia), I finally have to go back to school tomorrow. Boo.

So, off I go. To sleep, or, rather, to bed to grade a few more creative writing assignments before falling asleep. And tonight, I shall dream of a world without thundersnow.