My new book “Midlife Solo” is now available.

Beth Kaplan logo

ripped apart

The sound of smashing: they’ve started upstairs. This morning, there were six men in my house – Kevin and Ed, Jean-Marc explaining exactly what has to be smashed where, the roofer Robin to do a quick repair on three dormer windows that are rotting but I can’t bear to replace right now, the air conditioning expert to give us a quote on new AC for the top floor, which becomes an oven in summer, and Bill to help carry out rubble. The doorbell rang – it was a new neighbour with a guy from Roger’s, trying to get the internet set up in his house, could they access the cable box in the backyard? The phone rang; it was my new neighbour Pierre to give me his solution to termites.

I thought the top of my head would come off.

Luckily, the Queen is not coming in the near future to tea, because my house is nearly uninhabitable. In fact, JM wants me to move out. Instead, I have set up a bedroom for myself in the basement.

It’s a bit chilly down there, but it’s home.

Here’s the spare bedroom, once Sam’s room, yesterday, and today:

And my room – doors and baseboards off,  and soon the west wall smashed. Woo hoo!

It’s surreal, I who love order am now living in utter chaos. But what the hell – I have running water in the kitchen now, and soon the bugs eating my walls will be vanquished, I am sure of it. (Though JM thinks we may have to rip more stuff apart to be sure they’re gone.)

Now off to lunch with my good friend Rosemary, if I can find some respectable clothes, if I can find my shoes, if I can wash the dust off my hands. Ah, the simple life.



4 Responses to “ripped apart”

  1. theresa says:

    Oh you are a brave woman to simply move to a bed downstairs! Lots of luck (and patience) with this new venture. This old venture. Imagine the new space for work, for life…

  2. beth says:

    Just completed my first night in my basement hideyhole – it's cosy, very dark, will be fine. And yes, I will try to visualize a sparkling new house. I just feel for the poor old thing, 131 years old, now being torn asunder. But for a good cause, I hope.

  3. Unknown says:

    Your next book should be about the renovation!

  4. beth says:

    At the moment, as I sit here inhaling plaster dust, all I want to do with this renovation is forget it completely! But we'll see.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

About Beth

I began keeping a journal at the age of nine. Nearly fifty years later, I started this online journal, sharing reflections, reviews, updates, and the occasional secret.

Some Blogs I Follow

Chris Walks
This blog evolves. It once was about travels. Now it’s a reason to be at the keyboard that I value.

Theresa Kishkan
Theresa Kishkan is a writer living on the Sechelt Peninsula on the west coast of Canada.

I walk on. With my feet, and in my mind as well.

Carrie Snyder
Wherever you’ve come from, wherever you’re going, consider this space a place for reflection and pause.


Coming soon

A new book by Beth Kaplan, published by Mosaic Press – “Midlife Solo”

Join the mailing list to stay up to date on this and other exciting news.

"*" indicates required fields

This field is for validation purposes and should be left unchanged.