A bow. An arrow. A length of yarn. What can Wesley break with this new toy?
Thursday, November 9, 2017
Wow! Our contractor did it all in 15 days (it took me about that long to clear it beforehand and move back in afterward).
We love the new island.
During the remodel, we got rid of the buffet, wine rack, and two book cases, so filling up all the extra cabinets and drawers was not difficult. I even got to to bring a few things I store in the out-of-the-way Secret Hiding Place to be more in reach.
Here’s how it looks all put together.
The old view:
The new view!
Wednesday, November 1, 2017
Excepting the countertops, almost all the final 1000 details are ready. The appliances and some of the final trim have to wait for granite installation, but the contractor may be a bit bored tomorrow while waiting for the countertops to go in.
Here’s what we’ve got:
Full installation of pantry (and pantry light!) and new paint (I accidently used the brighter green of the downstairs bath rather than the richer green I had meant)
New dining room light fixtures and beam braces
And so many new outlets, both on the island and around the counters!
The Zen Zone ended this afternoon.
The granite guys showed up today.
The granite guys showed up today without the island granite.
The granite guys showed up today without the island granite and with countertops with incongruous color alignment (same granite type, but two pieces that had to be “seamed” together had noticeably different color variations).
Zen left and Bitch came out. Bitch wondered aloud that if Bitch had come out yesterday, if this wouldn’t have happened today. Bitch wondered why no one had contacted me or our contractor that the island piece wasn’t on the truck today. Bitch demanded that all pieces be installed by end of Thursday.
Granite Guys agreed.
Zen’s a tiny bit put out that Bitch had to come out.
We are eating our dinners downstairs, conveniently in front of the TV, and we found this show on Netflix.
Penguins: Spy in the Huddle
Penguins - Spy in the Huddle spends nearly a year in the close company of penguins, deploying 50 spycams to capture as never before the true character of these birds.
Those spycams? They’re robot penguins!! I can’t use enough exclamation points to express the sheer delight we all had watching this show.
And it led to this at bedtime:
(She tried my feet first, but I pointed out it was Daddy Penguin’s job to hold the baby chick on his toes.)