Remodel Day 1:
–Last night was the first of approximately 50 that everyone will live in the basement. A basement without actual walls except for the bathroom. I didn’t sleep much.
–By 10:00 AM the dogs had a fight over a cracker wrapper on the floor. Casey (11 year old cocker spaniel-poodle mix) had Thor (6 year old, 7 pound mini-rat terrier) pinned to the floor. No injury to either dog. Deanna was bleeding profusely from two three-corner style cuts on her wrist. Dawn nearly vomited. Blood isn’t her thing. No more crackers in bed for Deanna.
–Finished cleaning out the rest of the house. Dropped off loan paperwork. Ate some questionable Chinese food. Sold the kitchen cabinets for a second time after the first offer fell through.
–Construction crew arrived. Pat, Don, and Loren are awesome. Nancy was great, talking us through a few decisions. Everyone was admiring the 1958 copper piping under the sink when it sprang a leak. Thank goodness it waited until that moment. Leak was corralled and the sink will be gone tomorrow with the cabinets.
–Decisions about baseboards and casings were made. I broke out in hives on my ears, neck, and jaw line. Apparently, making decisions regarding house design does this to me. We thought it was from the fiberglass in the tile backing while trying to choose back splash. No, hives are just my reaction to making permanent decisions.
–Don gave us excellent ground hog hunting advice. Apparently, if they are on all fours, and you whistle, they will stop and stand up on two legs to look for the sound, allowing for a better shot. Waiting for the day to try this out. Also offered a $200 bounty to any of the construction crew who could kill the ground hog. I think Don has the potential to earn some extra cash on this job.
–House is set up for demo tomorrow. The guys told Dawn she could take a hammer to any of the walls coming down. Surprisingly, she has yet to knock a hole in a wall. Give it time, we are both imbibing this evening.
–Deanna just said, “All righty, its time to go to drinking.” Apparently, we aren’t the only ones imbibing this evening. Maybe I will hide the whiskey on Easter instead of Easter Eggs.
–As always, our days remain eventful.
Living with the Old People 