Not a blog post about cute dogs, but rather about taking apart a kitchen. Woo hoo! Dad got to DC no problem, and we pretty much got right to work around 4:00 on Thursday afternoon. I spent the previous day cleaning out the kitchen and playing tetris trying to store it in the living room. There is stuff everywhere, including under the sofa and packed under the kitchen table. Everywhere.
Demo Day wasn’t anything like you see on HGTV with hammers and pieces flying all over the place and breaking camera lenses. No, no, this was tame. The upper cabinets came down pretty easily. They were dirty and gross and sticky so we cleaned them up a bit. Icky.
The bottom cabinets were tougher to remove, mostly because they were secured to the wall with some bit of bubbly foamy adhesive stuff and hidden nails. That’s when we used hammers and brute force. Oh yeah! We put the cabinets on the sidewalk and marked them as “Free” and “Take me home” so hopefully someone would put them to good use.
Part of the fun is discovering what’s behind what’s “permanent”. Under the cabinets on the floor was a subfloor, but no tile. In other words, they tiled to (and just a little bit under) the cabinets. Guess we’ll have to do something about that.
Dad and I got Taylor Gourmet for dinner, including an extra foot long that we saved for lunch the next day. Yum. We returned to find someone had taken one of the cabinets. By the end of the night, another one was gone. By the next morning, another one was gone. Hopefully my neighbors will enjoy them and put them to good use!
I didn’t sleep well on Thursday night. Once we uncovered the plumbing for the sink, we realized the lines came out directly where the new cabinet was going to go. Reroute the plumbing? Ugh. I would have to find a plumber quickly on Friday morning. My electrician was also unable to come on Friday because of a death in the family, so I would scramble for an electrician, too. That kept me up.
So, this is how my kitchen ended up on Thursday night…