Demolition

There’s a hole in the wall…

What—you wanted pretty photos of Easter Island? Not a chance!

In our infinite wisdom, Matt and I (unanimously, without debate) scheduled our kitchen remodel to start 44 hours after returning home from vacation. (A return trip that included 3 flights, 4 airports, and an 8-hour layover.) Did we fully consider the task of moving out of our kitchen—without boxes!—during those 44 hours?

Not our best move, but after 1 broken plate, 3 heavy trash bags, and a mental list of things to donate to the Lupus Foundation, the job is done and demolition was completed this afternoon.

Along the way, we found a few strange things about living in an old house:

• We didn’t bother to clean out the inaccessible cupboards above the refrigerator that we never used… and they contained a set of china from the previous owner.
• The hole we cut in the wall is 4 inches smaller because of a random pipe in the wall… that the previous owner had barely missed when installing the (old) pantry.
• There were two full linoleum floors under ours, brown and puke green (the original, probably). Aside from ugliness, the underfloors were in decent shape.

The hole in the wall is going to startle me for awhile. Tomorrow: tile and cabinets.