A note to those of you who have graciously inquired whether we are back in our kitchen. The short answer is yes. Don't ask me to find the spoons, lightbulbs, or can openers that I used back in May. But we have made reasonable substitutions. Homework has been done on the counter. The mixer has been unpacked, and it still produces cookies. The only difference is that the mixing bowl now goes in the dishwasher after being comprehensively licked.
Much of the old is still there, and old. This is the same fixture that has hung above the dining table since I first saw it in the mid-1980s. My suspicion is that it is original to the house.
OK, well now it's red, instead of dirty beige. The globes came from the farm. I've seen them in a cabinet above the sink since about 1974. Recycle, reuse, etc.
When workers tore out the rotted kitchen cabinet, the name of the original owner was still clearly displayed. Mr. K. had the huevos to build a house in the last Depression. When our house gets turned into condos, or a University of Texas parking lot, or an expansion of Seton Hospital in the twenty-second century, maybe the subcontractors will smile at the Corvette-red light fixture that was installed in the Great Recession of Ought Nine.
--MCG
