Construction Zone

Slowly everything in the house is getting replaced. Appliances, floor... The wall colors are always changing, because that's something my mom likes to do. That is nothing new. It's still the same house, but it's so different from when I was young.

I kind of miss trying to roll around with my brother's skateboard on the flat, cement-like, brown carpet that was in the basement, or playing lego, building forts out of every blanket and chair we could find and eating cinnamon toast while watching Saturday cartoons. Of course that's long gone. It's sort of weird how carpet can remind me of things.

Soon, my parents plan on replacing the refrigerator upstairs which means that one will be relocated downstairs, and the old fridge will be discarded. I sort of can't wait for that to happen, although, I suppose, that maybe someday looking back, I might miss it. That fridge is from like the 50's or something. It's kind of neat looking. The downside is that the icebox area drips into the fridge area and makes everything soggy. Mostly though, I look forward to the day when I can reach for the fridge handle and not cringe in anticipation of getting electrocuted or at least shocked painfully.

So, old tv's get tossed out and bigger, better ones sit on the stand instead. Home theater systems, art on the walls, furniture you don't get stuck in upon sitting on it, and we still don't have cable tv.