White Counters

So far, the flood in our building has yielded us new floors, new paint and as of this Friday past, a new counter and sink with new faucets. While Im happy about all the improvements property management has made to our humble little abode, the new counter is troubling to me.

I suppose our apartment is just like any other; its walls are uniformly painted the same dull colour throughout and is layered on the walls as thickly as your Aunt Veldas face powder. There are cracks everywhere, and since the flood happened theres a weird bubbling occurring under the many layers of paint in the living room. Every now and then, a small bubble breaks and a thin trickle of some sort of water-like substance runs out and leaves a trail not unlike soy sauce down the wall. Very hard to clean. My guess is that its leftover from the flood upstairs. Whatever it is, its gross and I think its starting to gain sentience.

Before they redid the floors, the contractor had laid a carpet down in the kitchen over the floor that they had ripped up to prepare for our new one. The dog hates carpet and it took her a few days to realize it wasnt going to hurt her. I have always hated carpeting in kitchens, so it was difficult for me to move around in it until they fixed it. I know; Im a princess. It was all worth it though because now the floor in the kitchen looks fantastic; its shiny and ceramic and stark white and looks completely out of place with everything else in the apartment. Add the new bright white counter, and theres definitely a feeling of out-of-placeness in that room.

I am a fairly clean person. I like to have everything neat and tidy and put away, and I also like to have all the dishes done. With the old stained counter, I didnt have to be too precise with my wiping of said counter as you couldnt tell where the stains started and the pattern ended. Its all changed now, though. With the screaming whiteness of the new counter, every single little flaw shows up and demands to be taken care of. I spent two hours yesterday wiping it off because it wasnt completely clean.

And now my husband is in there making tacos. Good Lord, I wont be out for a week.