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The love of my life commented the other day that we will have been a full year without a kitchen of our own before this project is finished. Not being able to really cook is wearing on her. We moved out of our home in Shawnee, Kansas in March of 2011. We were in temporary quarters for 3 months–living with friends. And then we moved into our “project house” in Kansas City, KS in July. Our “kitchen” was on the covered porch, and we cooked most meals on the grill. Once the weather turned cold, we moved most of the cooking inside using boards stretched across sawhorses. Love of my life has almost used up her creative repertoire of meal ideas cooked on an electric skillet, electric griddle & a crock pot.
We are now at the sheet rock phase of our project. In preparation for this phase we cleared everything out, including our makeshift kitchen. Love of my life said we’ll just have to eat out each night. Now, we like to eat out occasionally. But if we have to do it every night, it isn’t much fun. She likes to cook and most restaurants can’t compare to the food she makes.
The guy we hired for the drywall said he would have a crew & that the project would take a week. Love of my life took him at his word and scheduled the hardwood floors for the following Monday. No crew showed up, and the guy hung and finished everything by himself. I was impressed that he could hang rock on the ceiling by himself, but Love of my life wasn’t at all happy that the job is now going into the second week and she had to reschedule the floors. She’s also particular about keeping the work site clean–something our drywall guy has no conviction about.
Love of my life estimates we’ll have to move the “kitchen” a couple more times as our project moves on. We’ll go back to the sawhorses in the “kitchen under construction” until the cabinets are installed. Then she’s talking about using the master bath area–it will be gutted by then–or perhaps the family room area in the basement. She’s not much in favor of the family room because we’ll have to go up and down stairs to get to the pantry which is by the back door.
Right now she’s grumbling about the sheet rock dust and can’t wait to get the shop vac out and attack it. She’s already had a couple of forays into the mess–enough to plug up the Dyson vac–but it’s a losing battle. When I’m working she will clean even as I’m creating more sawdust, but she can’t keep up with Drywall Guy. He should be done today. So she will be busy tonight.
