After some last-minute scrambling (and no, that has nothing to do with eggs – neither Daniel nor I have had the chance to have breakfast), all the cabinets, all the drawers, all the counters have been emptied and placed… somewhere. They just aren’t in the kitchen or the laundry room anymore, and that’s all that matters.
The lead carpenter, Tim, arrives with his right-hand man, Matt.
That’s it; just two guys. And yet, they make fairly quick progress.
To be honest, it occurs to me that there’s not room for too many people to be in either room working on things in any event; expecting a relative crowd of contractors to march in here and do to the kitchen what, say, the Peanuts gang does to Snoopy’s doghouse and the Christmas tree is a little unrealistic.
At the same time, it is a bit faster to tear things apart than put them together, and they accomplish the former with surprising speed:
I actually got a call from Kerstin, asking if we could let her have the toaster oven once everything is said and done – and to be fair, we won’t have any real use for it once we actually have a real oven up and working, so I agree. I do make it clear to her that it won’t be available for her until the end of June, however…
And this is just the first day of… well, somewhere between fifty and sixty, I suppose. At some point, they’ll be adding four new electrical circuits, repiping both rooms, ripping out and replacing three rooms of flooring (if you count the hall). It’s going to be a mess, and we’re all but living in a giant tent for the duration.
But I’m assured that it’s really going to be something when it’s done. I just hope Daniel and I can deal with it in the meantime.
So for now, wish us luck, honey. We’re going to need it.