Still waiting on the reorder of the four upper cabinets which were mistakenly designed 3 inches too short. But while the upper cabinets are in the process of being made right, the lower cabinets have been set and therefore they are ready for a template to be made so the counter top factory can make, deliver and install them while we wait for the other corrections.
When we came home one evening, the house smelled of resin and industrial solvents - oh, that is the smell of progress! The installers had come and mounted our counter tops, which makes me love being greeted by the smell of resin in the evening.
The wife is excited when she sees her dazzling new surfaces all around the kitchen. She does not like the odor, but I tell her it will dissipate in a day but the new kitchen can be enjoyed for a long time to come. She buys into the temporary sacrifice. We prance around the kitchen gliding our hands across the cool new surfaces and feeling as if we are standing on the verge of the Promised Land. We will be cooking and living in a fresh new land of milk and honey - once the refrigerator and pantry shelves are in place.
Nobody comes to our house on Thursday of Friday to do any other work, so we assume that we have Saturday to read the newspaper in our underthings and lacy unmentionables. Yikes! I see the contractor trucks pull alongside the curb and alert the misses, "We've got company". She ducks discretely back into the boudoir while I cheerfully greet the electricians and general contractor on the porch.
"Oh, I didn't text you, did I?
"No. But if you got a warrant I guess you gotta come in. ;-)"
"Sorry 'bout that."
They have arrived to do the finishing electrical. New outlets that meet code are put in place. The overhead LED rectangular light will be wired, replacing the hideous set of fluorescent lights (Mid-20th Century Basic Ugly Industrial Period), which were in need of new ballasts and tubes anyway. The light they threw off into the kitchen had become dim and flickering which provided the atmosphere of a clandestine meth lab in a run down part of south Dallas. But that was then, this is now. A small but powerful LED light is mounted under the cabinet above the sink, oh so very clean and nice. AND the final touch of grace, I am thrilled to have the new 'wild electric flower', 18 bulb, fixture extravaganza hung from the vaulted ceiling of our breakfast nook. It looks so cool it practically glows in the dark with radiant coolness. But I guess it is supposed to.
We return from a Saturday morning out to breakfast at downtown Garland's Hubbard's Cupboard Diner followed by an afternoon of wandering among the artists at the local Cottonwood Art Festival, and skip into the kitchen to watch the al the new-fangled lights come on with a flick of the switch.
Dang! Our new wild electric flower fixture has been fitted with standard Edison bulbs, while the one on display at the store had LED bulbs. The wattage from the Edison bulbs puts out a lot of heat, and as Harry Truman says, "If you can't stand the heat, swap out those bulbs to LED's". We will squawk about being given the wrong kind of bulbs. But us rubes are enjoying the marvels of a well lit electrified kitchen.
On Monday the plumbers showed up early and put in our new faucet, re-installed the old dishwasher and reattached the garbage disposal under the sink. While they are at it, they haul the old oven back into the kitchen and plug it in as well [Surprise! Mom is getting an new glass-top burner element free stove with a convection oven for Mother's Day, Ssssh. That old stove is OK but another new thig will be a delight].
We are getting close to a 100% usable cooking space. I love America.
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| The basic cabinetry devoid of counter tops - ready to be make fancy and functional |
The wife is excited when she sees her dazzling new surfaces all around the kitchen. She does not like the odor, but I tell her it will dissipate in a day but the new kitchen can be enjoyed for a long time to come. She buys into the temporary sacrifice. We prance around the kitchen gliding our hands across the cool new surfaces and feeling as if we are standing on the verge of the Promised Land. We will be cooking and living in a fresh new land of milk and honey - once the refrigerator and pantry shelves are in place.
Nobody comes to our house on Thursday of Friday to do any other work, so we assume that we have Saturday to read the newspaper in our underthings and lacy unmentionables. Yikes! I see the contractor trucks pull alongside the curb and alert the misses, "We've got company". She ducks discretely back into the boudoir while I cheerfully greet the electricians and general contractor on the porch.
"Oh, I didn't text you, did I?
"No. But if you got a warrant I guess you gotta come in. ;-)"
"Sorry 'bout that."
They have arrived to do the finishing electrical. New outlets that meet code are put in place. The overhead LED rectangular light will be wired, replacing the hideous set of fluorescent lights (Mid-20th Century Basic Ugly Industrial Period), which were in need of new ballasts and tubes anyway. The light they threw off into the kitchen had become dim and flickering which provided the atmosphere of a clandestine meth lab in a run down part of south Dallas. But that was then, this is now. A small but powerful LED light is mounted under the cabinet above the sink, oh so very clean and nice. AND the final touch of grace, I am thrilled to have the new 'wild electric flower', 18 bulb, fixture extravaganza hung from the vaulted ceiling of our breakfast nook. It looks so cool it practically glows in the dark with radiant coolness. But I guess it is supposed to.
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| I describe our new light fixture as 'The Wild Electric Flower of Power" suspended over the breakfast nook. |
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| We were expecting LED bulbs, but it was installed with melting amount of heat emanating from these 18 Edison bulbs. I do not think we will be able to stand the heat in the kitchen. They will have to go. |
We return from a Saturday morning out to breakfast at downtown Garland's Hubbard's Cupboard Diner followed by an afternoon of wandering among the artists at the local Cottonwood Art Festival, and skip into the kitchen to watch the al the new-fangled lights come on with a flick of the switch.
Dang! Our new wild electric flower fixture has been fitted with standard Edison bulbs, while the one on display at the store had LED bulbs. The wattage from the Edison bulbs puts out a lot of heat, and as Harry Truman says, "If you can't stand the heat, swap out those bulbs to LED's". We will squawk about being given the wrong kind of bulbs. But us rubes are enjoying the marvels of a well lit electrified kitchen.
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| Almost everything include the kitchen sink |
On Monday the plumbers showed up early and put in our new faucet, re-installed the old dishwasher and reattached the garbage disposal under the sink. While they are at it, they haul the old oven back into the kitchen and plug it in as well [Surprise! Mom is getting an new glass-top burner element free stove with a convection oven for Mother's Day, Ssssh. That old stove is OK but another new thig will be a delight].
We are getting close to a 100% usable cooking space. I love America.
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