A Week's Transformation in House Renovation

In exactly one week, the kitchen has been transformed - and I'm loving it. Dave, on the other hand, seems to still be mourning the loss of his beloved counter. I hold out hope for him because of Sophie. She's the girl who, one week ago, kept marching through the kitchen stating, "No more construction, no more construction!" But her tune slowly changed, first when she went with her grandmother to see and purchase the nook (note to siblings - no it wasn't Mom's credit card) and then as she helped me do the painting. In fact, her tune has changed so much that when I talked to her on the phone this evening (she's with her grandparents taking part in a children's musical this week) the first question she asked was "How's it look?" followed by, "I can't wait to see it!"

The bad news is we've got another house project looming - and this one was not at all anticipated. I was just getting to the point of being pretty confident in my ability to complete projects on my own (including demolition, refinishing floors, paneling, sawing, caulking, and, of course, painting) but this one's way too big for me. Anyone know of some good bathroom remodelers?

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Another Home Project...

Before Dave left on his trip, I warned him that the counter in the kitchen would be gone upon his return. He didn't believe me and was somewhat shocked last night when he called and Dad answered the phone. In response to Dave asking, "What are you up to?" Dad answered, "Well, we're just taking off that old kitchen counter." It took a few minutes (and Lucy and Sophie telling him it was indeed happening) for him to actually believe us and then, bless his heart, he just laughed.


I know where I get this impatience of mine - and sense of adventure when it comes to redecorating. It was quite evident from the moment Mom showed up yesterday afternoon with a picture of a breakfast nook table and bench to when Dad first took a knife to the mopboard of the counter to see if there was linoleum underneath it. That's when the action started. As soon as we figured out that there was in fact linoleum and the floor wouldn't need to be redone if we tore out the counter, we were off. As Dad started tugging on the countertop, Mom and I frantically cleared the counter and removed everything from the cupboards underneath. Then, as the demolition heated up, Mom and Sophie went to the furniture store to order the bench.


So, at this point, we have a cardtable in the kitchen where the counter used to be. Good riddance.