dragonlady7 | where tf did i leave off

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girl (nonspecific, just used here as an interjection, i know there are several of you reading this) i know it’s been a lot and like shit got so hectic i updated that i had a backsplash and then nothing but listen i’ve been unpacking stuff into my

NEW KITCHEN

which is fully operational and move-in ready it’s just missing the door to one cabinet and a bunch of little pieces of trim and whatnot but

FEAR NOT

i will give you the scoop once i can figure out where i left off in the updates.

Image description: Picking up where we left off, here’s the north wall looking east from the kitchen door, this time with the spacers removed from between the white tiles. The countertop is still covered with cardboard. You can see the underside of the cabinets a bit. The outlet has no faceplate on it.

Max mixed up a batch of grout and set to grouting the tiles, now that the adhesive or mortar or whatever had cured overnight. Jim, meanwhile, installed the dishwasher to be ready for the plumber, and installed the vent hood.

[image description: Two men are facing away from the camera, lifting a stainless steel vent hood up to hook it onto the screws it mounts to in a tiled wall.]

He also used a sheet of paper to cut out a template so he could cut the odd-sized piece of trim wood to cover the bay windowsill. “I got a whole roll of paper,” he said, “but I only got one piece of wood.” “Measure once, cut three times,” Max interjected.

[Image description: Two men in a kitchen. The one on the left is standing on a stepstool to smear gray grout over the white tiled wall. On the right, the other man is bent over the countertop, with the offcuts of brown kraft paper curling away as he trims it with a utility knife.]

Finally the plumber rolled in– Kyle, who’d been here before. He’d said he’d come Monday, but on Thursday when Jim called to confirm, he said he could push it up and come Friday instead. Which was huge, because it meant a working stove and working sink and working dishwasher and really, working kitchen, really really.

Jim bartered for a part from him, to hook the stove up– he had one of Kyle’s tools, left behind on an earlier job. Kyle was like ha I don’t actually need it back I bought a replacement BUT i will give you the nipple you need anyway. (Yes! It was a nipple. That’s a pipe fitting thing and I get a gold star for not giggling.)

So while Kyle was in the basement, hooking up my dryer and repairing my laundry sink (I had arranged to pay him separately for that, as neither thing were part of the kitchen job, and he figured he’d do those first so his boss would have a chance to send an invoice so I could pay him before he left, much easier all around), Jim and Max installed the stove and got it painstakingly leveled.

[Image description: a stove is pulled out somewhat from the surrounding counter. To the left a man is kneeling next to it; the other man stands to the right, leaning over to peer at a bubble level.]

They did a really thorough job on this, which involved pulling out that lower drawer so Jim could reach under to the rear adjustable feet with a wrench to fine-tune the position once the stove was shoved into place.

“Aw,” I said, “now I gotta find the owner’s manual to find out how to set the clock on this stove again,” and Max wordlessly tilted his head, looked at the control panel, unerringly punched the button with a picture of a clock on it, and said “what time is it?” so I told him, he punched it in. “Kids,” Jim laughed, and I said “so good with technology.” Finished, Max hit the clock button again, and erased his work. “Oops,” he said, repeated the process, and this time hit the “Start/OK” button at the end, which worked and actually entered the time.

Then the real excitement began, because Kyle finished mucking around in the basement and came up and put together the sink. Max, having now attached all of my cabinet door and drawer handles, had now mostly run out of work to do by then so he leaned on things and watched kyle work, which was also what I was doing, LOL.

But the moment of excitement came very soon.

[image description: two men standing by a kitchen counter. On the left, Kyle the plumber is staring down into the sink as the water runs. On the right, Max is leaning on the counter next to the stove, watching.]

No leaks! Hooked up! So exciting. He then ran a quick cycle on the dishwasher to make sure it didn’t leak either, and lo and behold it did not.

Meanwhile Max lit the stove and ran it until the air was out of the line.

Literally, now we’re cooking with gas.

So, everyone was done and wrapped up before 3pm on Friday afternoon, and they all left in high spirits. Jim will be back to put on the final cabinet door (they made it wrong! the custom cabinet people fucked up my door! I never knew because Jim had already sent it back) and all the crown molding, and a couple of other little details. He might come Monday but if the pieces aren’t ready for him then he won’t come until they are. In the meantime, I can use the kitchen to my heart’s desire.

He gave me back my house key, since we were moving back into the house over the weekend, so I’d be present.

[image description: a kitchen! an actual kitchen, with grayish-blue cabinets, a white tiled wall, a dishwasher and a stove, a vent hood over the stove, and a hideous yellow flowered folding stool pulled up to the counter to be a makeshift chair. The knife block is on the counter, and the Instant Pot is sitting by the sink, and various other items are strewn around the counters. The floor is mottled gray and has a geometric blue and white mat in front of the sink.]

The first thing I did was put all my grungy old unwashable dishwares into the dishwasher to see if it melted them, hence my post https://www.tumblr.com/bomberqueen17/738721786554974210/image-description-the-edit-of-linus-from-peanuts on this topic. (Update: Nothing so far has actually gotten ruined! Amazing.)

But the second thing was that we went back over to dude’s mom’s to retrieve our cat. <3 <3 <3 and then i got to sleep in my own bed with my beloved cat. (Your picture was not posted)

where tf did i leave off

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