As with most remodels, things are s-l-o-w-l-y moving along.
You’ll recall that last summer we tore out the kitchen in our Fitchburg, WI house and stockpiled new stainless appliances and pretty cabinetry throughout several rooms. Of course, no one installed the kitchen this winter while we were gone!
Coming back to our home-base in May, eager to make order out of chaos, we were disappointed to discover necessary kitchen ingredients were missing. We had to wait six more weeks for everything else to arrive.
While waiting, Dave tore out the front hall closet, and the stairwell banister. Outside, he removed the front walkway and almost completely denuded our backyard landscape. Yes, the “forest” granting our backyard privacy was comprised of weed trees easily pulled out “by the hair.” But, the result of Dave’s interior and exterior deconstruction was complete mud and bedlam.
You’ll recall that last summer we tore out the kitchen in our Fitchburg, WI house and stockpiled new stainless appliances and pretty cabinetry throughout several rooms. Of course, no one installed the kitchen this winter while we were gone!
Coming back to our home-base in May, eager to make order out of chaos, we were disappointed to discover necessary kitchen ingredients were missing. We had to wait six more weeks for everything else to arrive.
While waiting, Dave tore out the front hall closet, and the stairwell banister. Outside, he removed the front walkway and almost completely denuded our backyard landscape. Yes, the “forest” granting our backyard privacy was comprised of weed trees easily pulled out “by the hair.” But, the result of Dave’s interior and exterior deconstruction was complete mud and bedlam.
When the kitchen parts finally arrived, we struggled to master a host of new skills, including: dry walling, plumbing, carpentry, and tiling. (The only work we hired out was electrical.) Dave likes to claim: “We’re not good but at least we’re slow!”
I should confess I was temporarily fired by my husband/captain/forman from my tiling responsibilities. Mysteriously, my 12” granite counter squares lay jagged as the surface of the moon. An old curmudgeon named “Smiley” came to my rescue for $80. I later restored my pride with a brilliant installation of subway tile on the backsplash.
We’re still not done with the kitchen project, but at least we no longer have to cook in a dark, make-shift corner of the basement. The project is 13 months and counting.
What is the bumper sticker? “I’d rather be sailing?”
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