It's finally begun. The
kitchen, the fabulous kitchen that I promised Mark so that I could get him to
move to Chicago has begun. Yesterday they delivered forty four boxes of
cabinets. For over an hour two stumpy little guys with the strength of Superman
lugged those things down into our basement. On Friday... or Saturday, the
contractor says he will do the demolition, or as those of us hip on this
remodeling call it, "demo". The tacky tile floor will be torn up, all
the old, ugly cabinets will be torn from the wall, and the unnecessary soffits
above them removed. We will then be ready for the rebuilding. Hopefully the
floor under the old tile can be saved. It would be nice if all the hardwood
floors in the house matched, but if we have to tile it over, fine. New
electrical will be installed and new plumbing for the refrigerator and the
washing machine installed. Yes, I am putting a washer and dryer in the kitchen.
It's so European, don't you think? Actually, I hate lugging those clothes up
and down the stairs to the basement and there is no room in the bedroom for a
laundry. Most of all it will mean Mark can do the laundry while he cooks me
dinner. So the kitchen is on its way. The contractor gave us a time frame of
two weeks, so I assumed three. It will probably be four. Especially since I
talked to the plumber that I asked to do the plumbing. He just told me he's leaving
for vacation on Monday. Bad for me, no plumber. Bad for him, he's vacationing
in Florida. Florida in August, only a guy from Chicago would think that's a
good idea.
Hotel rates in Florida in the middle of August must be cheap.
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