On my way to IKEA this morning, the driver in the car in the lane next to me honked his horn to get my attention. Whenever this happens I get nervous, afraid that the driver in the other car is trying to get my attention because he/she can tell there is something wrong with my car that I am oblivious to. Luckily this time, the driver in the other car - a man in his sixties or so - simply looked at me and gave me a "thumbs up". Very strange. I have no idea what precipitated this gesture of good will.
So IKEA on Saturdays = madness. Seriously. Everyone and their brother and their brother's kids go to IKEA on Saturday. I was there to find a kitchen serving cart/utility cart thing that could help make up for the desperate lack of counter space in our kitchen. I found something that will work great - and put it together tonight as well. It's a keeper.
Whoever designed the kitchen in this house must have been on crack. There are four walls to the kitchen, one window, and five doorways. Yes - five. Counting the doorway to the pantry, there are five ways you can enter or exit the kitchen. While this may be convenient case you need to make a quick getaway, it also makes it difficult to find wall space for the sink, refrigerator, and stove - not to mention additional counter space where you can prepare your food. Literally the only counter space is a small spot next to the sink, and most of that is taken up by the dish rack (no dishwasher for us!)
**Sigh** I think fondly on the first apartment I had in Detroit that had miles of counter space, and easily wish for something like that again. Until that day comes, I'll have to be satisfied with my new IKEA "counter".
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I often wonder about the people behind the design of our own apartment. While I have no background or experience in architecture, design, or even very good spacial reasoning, even I can think of about 20 ways to re-design our apartment to make it more user friendly. ::sigh:: Apparently there was a time when people prepared their food in the middle of the air, defying gravity, and therefore saw no need for counter space.
i love it! you said you used to write funnier stuff, but i'm not sure... i think you're still damn funny.
Going to the Chicagoland IKEA was like going to Disneyworld, it was insane, but they built another one and I've gone there on the way home from work and it's so much more manageable. Such a fun place to go when it's not a mob scene.
Also, in my Chicago apartment kitchen I had tons of open floor space with enough counter space for 2 dinner plates. The table only fit in the middle of the kitchen, so going from the sink to the stove and microwave required going around it across a fairly vast space.
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