The Final Countdown (kitchen post #2)

I could build some housing out of all the cardboard in my dining area. And I’m not talking about a shanty either. It’ll be more like a condo with a couple bathrooms.

There are the gigantic collapsed boxes that will soon be spread on my wood floors to protect them. There are the fruit boxes from the kind pomegranate stocker at Whole Foods where I will pack my dishes.

Then there are the 30+ boxes of flat cabinets that a forklift placed on my driveway Friday morning, which gave Kent and I our morning cardio as we made many trips upstairs.

And just for good measure the rest of the recently purchased items that will make up my kitchen – a sink, microwave, and ceiling fan - are boxed up as well.

Oh, the door handles! Those are in plastic. Sadly, not enough to make windows in my cardboard house.

So the oft-mentioned kitchen project starts in full force next weekend, and lasts…well that’s a variable. My Dad and I should be able to do a bulk of the work in a week. But it will be 4-6 weeks before the countertop is installed. And I can’t install the sink until I have the countertop. Good thing I am traveling a lot in December. I can keep my paper plate usage low.

My remodel is modest, but it’s going to be fantastic. It’ll be modern, but warm. I will have a ton more cabinet space and a much more practical layout. It will inspire new greatness in cooking!


It will be MUCH BETTER than this

The project schedule should go something like this:

- 1 day demolition
- 1-2 days electrical & plumbing work
- 1 day installing sheetrock
- 1 day for Turkey or at least a few hours of it part of it
- 1-2 days cabinet building installations
- 1 day (hopefully) to install temporary countertop & sink

This is, of course, assuming we don’t discover disaster behind the walls – like terrifying mold, or plumbing that doesn’t make sense. Since every other project in this house demonstrated that the builders took every shortcut known to man, there is a fair chance that at least one unexpected challenge awaits us.

My mom just got an awesome new camera, so she’s appointed project photographer. She can start with the grumpy look on my face when we start knocking shit down at 8 am on Saturday.