Why, why, why??? Why did I do this to myself? My kids will tell you that for years and years I have said I wanted to re-do the kitchen.
Well, Yeah, but I didn’t mean I wanted to live through the bother of it all. Didchaever hear me say that I wanted mess and bother? Noooooo, you did not.
I have spent two crappy hours this morning just with phone calls on this junk. Which means running up and down the stairs. Which is another *boring **story.
**Last week I was caught in a rain storm while at Wal-Mart (don’t ask what I was doing in the dreaded and evil Wal-Mart.) There was a deluge. I mean it poured. Buckets. Now, generally when it rains that hard it lasts only a few minutes. But not this time. I’ve never seen rain that heavy last that long. It rained hard for almost an hour.
People were piled up at every exit trying to outwait the storm. People with their carts full of purchases, and with their freak-show-hateful, loud, tiresomely demanding and selfish
So I shopped some more.
During this extended shopping period I bought a new phone. Well, phones. Which have to be charged for 16 hours. I just installed those phones down stairs last night. That means that I have to run upstairs to answer all incoming calls.
Meanwhile back to the kitchen: so far I have selected the counter top, quartz; a color, Oahu; an edge finish, half bullnose; a sink, a faucet, a drain (yeah—you hafta pick a drain!) and I have paid for all of it. But that was sorta fun. Half-fun.
Messin’ with coordinating dates for the tear-out and the template and the install is no fun. Nope. Not at all. Finally, FINALLY, I remembered who the heck I am. Not-to-be-messed-with is my normal operating mode. That Lucy.
Now, the company which already has my money firmly in its pocket has wisely decided to do all the coordinating. ‘Bout time. The tear-out is July 30, the template measure is July 31, the install is who-the-hell-knows-when. And all that is just the counters, sink, etc. I promise, swear, commit, and affirm that I will not bore you with any of the rest of the stuff that will be done eventually. Not because I feel sorry for you, or because I think anyone other than my daughters is still reading this, or gives a good gahoot. Just sayin’.
The fact that I will be without a kitchen sink and counters for a week or so should not make you feel sorry for me. Not a bit. Not for a minute. You guys. Hard-hearted bunch.
* I promised you boring right up there in the not-fine-print at the top of the blog.