Well, I fear that I may have let many of you down today. I still have drywall on my kitchen wall.
Here’s what happened…
I woke up yesterday full of courage and ambition. I fully planned to write yesterday’s post, eat some breakfast, and then tear into that wall. But as I stood there looking at the wall, Rational Responsible Kristi showed up. Man, that chick can be a real buzzkill sometimes. But I have to admit, she made some really valid points.
The fact is that I already know what’s under that drywall. No, I don’t have x-ray vision (not yet, anyway), but I’ve gotten a glimpse of what’s under there in other areas of the house, like where my father-in-law removed the sliding glass door from between the original dining room (I have got to figure out what I’m going to call that room! Edit: I’ve decided it’s officially going to be called the music room) and the sunroom. And it’s just 1 x 10 lumber nailed horizontally to the studs, with about 1/2-inch of space in between the boards.
So I could remove the drywall just to completely satisfy my curiosity, but I’d be left with a wall full of 1/2-inch gaps. And since I still have no idea at this point what I want on my walls in there (tile? painted drywall? a new slatted wall?), then I’m completely unprepared to put anything new up on that wall. So of course, that means that I’d have to live with the 1/2-inch gaps all over the wall for at least several nights with absolutely nothing to protect me from the bugs, roaches, mice, and snakes that live in my walls at night. See what I mean?
So you see, it’s essentially a matter of life and death. And just this once, I’ll admit that Rational Responsible Kristi was right. Just this once. (Of course, I might have to come up with a new name for her, seeing that she’s using my own irrational phobias to make her points.)
Anyway, enough about the wall. My plumbing is done! My fridge and stove now have a new home on this wall…
(I still need to switch the door swing on the fridge and freezer, but I have an ice maker now!!!)
…and my new sink plumbing is on this wall…
Now you might notice that one very important thing is missing. A kitchen sink!
Ummm…yeah. I’m temporarily without a kitchen sink because for the life of me, I can’t figure out what I want to do. (1) Retrofit this old cabinet to hold a sink, in which case I’d need to buy a new drop-in sink. But a drop-in sink is not what I want in my final kitchen, so basically it would be money wasted on something temporary. (2) Build something quick, easy and temporary out of 2 x 4’s just to hold a sink while this room is under construction. Or (3) go ahead and build the final cabinet for the sink area, and purchase the sink I actually want.
The third one sounds more reasonable, and the only thing that’s holding me back is the fact that I would then feel this need to go ahead and build all of the cabinets so that they would all match. And I’m just not sure if I’m ready to dive into that just yet.
And of course, hopefully very soon, the upper part of this wall will be removed so that the kitchen can get lots of natural light from the breakfast room, which is full of windows and natural light.
(I’m just gonna start calling that room the breakfast room now, but on the floor plan, it’s the room labeled “den.” And the room labeled “dining room” is the one that I need a new name for.)
So I think that this arrangement will work out really well. And once the new sink cabinet is in place, it’ll give me about 5.5 feet between the sink cabinet and the handle on the oven. And eventually I’ll have the wall bumped out behind the fridge so that it’ll look more like a cabinet-depth fridge than a standard-depth fridge.
That’s plenty of room for me. As I’ve said, a big gourmet kitchen would be wasted on me.
Plus, I do still have an entire wall of nothing but cabinets where the original sink is (the wall that my back is against while taking the above picture). Once that sink is removed, that will be nothing but 10 feet of glorious storage from floor to ceiling, with a long uninterrupted countertop perfect for buffet style meals. I think it’ll be perfect.
And in other news, my ceiling repairs are underway. I didn’t get nearly as much done as I had hoped since I had to stay out of the way of the plumbers for a few hours. But it’s looking better already! Yesterday, it looked like this…
And this morning, it looks like this…
I still need to add a couple more coats of mud in some areas just to get it really smooth. I figure by the time this is done, this half of the ceiling will be approximately 55% drywall and 45% drywall mud. That’s about right.
I’m really hoping that I can get the ceiling finished today and get my light hung. It would be so nice just to have at least one pretty thing in here while everything else is still ugly and chaotic.
And now a funny feline adventure story…
This morning when I was taking these pictures, I heard a muffled howl from my cat — the calico that we appropriately named Peeve. (Get it? She’s our pet Peeve.) 😀
Anyway, I looked all over and couldn’t find her anywhere. I called her name, and she usually responds to that, but I heard nothing. I started getting a little worried, and then I heard a very faint meow. I listened closely, and I could hear her meowing, but it was very faint.
Then I realized…she’s under the house!!!
Yesterday the plumbers had cut a hole in the sunroom wall towards the floor so that they could easily get new pipes and tools under the house, and when they left they didn’t cover it. And I didn’t even notice it.
So at some point during the night, she crawled through that hole to her adventure vacation where she stayed all night.
When I finally realized where she was, I went into our bedroom closet where the scuttle hole is to get under the house, and I lifted the cover off (we won’t even talk about what phobias I had to overcome to rescue my cat), and I called her name until she made her way to the light. I immediately went back into the sunroom and used some scrap plywood and plexiglass to cover the open areas.
And just to prove that this cat definitely lives up to her name, I went back into the sunroom a little while later to find her standing there with her little nose pressed against the plexiglass, staring longingly into that hole. And she’s been pacing back and forth all morning between the (now closed) scuttle hole in the bedroom closet and the blocked off tunnel to adventure in the sunroom and howling at the top of her lungs. I have no idea what she found under there, but she clearly wasn’t ready for her adventure to end.
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