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Don'cha Love It When Things Come Together!
Adam The Contractor has about a day's worth of work to do on the roof, a couple of hours on the kitchenette, and however long it takes to install a new exterior door. He's also going to put in a Malibu lighting system along the stairs, so I won't be as apt to slip and break my neck on dark nights, and replace some wood that's afflicted with dry rot. He expects to be done by end-of-day on Tuesday, and is leaving for Italy on Thursday. We both reflect on the niceties of fate, which fitted my projects to his available time.
There haven't been many glitches. The first one was when he installed the faucet in the new sink and it only dribbled. He took it apart, removed a bunch of grit (probably washed into the system from my rural water supply), and put it back together. The second glitch was a bit more serious, as he discovered that the wiring to the outlet where the new stove goes was only 10 gauge -- too light for the current building code and a fire hazard to boot. Undaunted, Adam ran a new 8 gauge line from the breaker box to the outlet.
The new door is a proper exterior one, metal sheathed and painted white. The door it replaces is an interior style with wood veneer, and should never have been there in the first place. Since it was not under cover, the bottom of its frame rotted out over the years, to the point where I shoved a wad of steel wool in the hole to keep out the mice. Besides rodents, the new door will also keep out the millipedes, which are harmless but disconcerting, being six inches long and creepy.
The cats and I are all looking forward to this project being done. Adam's tools are spread all over the downstairs, along with a medium-sized compressor. He forgot to turn the compressor off one evening when he left, it came on automatically at about 8pm, and I went downstairs to find Bubbles mildly apprehensive and Neo looking like she was staring death in the face. After that, I moved the cats back to the studio at night. Only a few more days, and they'll have their downstairs quarters back again. We will all rejoice.
Adam The Contractor has about a day's worth of work to do on the roof, a couple of hours on the kitchenette, and however long it takes to install a new exterior door. He's also going to put in a Malibu lighting system along the stairs, so I won't be as apt to slip and break my neck on dark nights, and replace some wood that's afflicted with dry rot. He expects to be done by end-of-day on Tuesday, and is leaving for Italy on Thursday. We both reflect on the niceties of fate, which fitted my projects to his available time.
There haven't been many glitches. The first one was when he installed the faucet in the new sink and it only dribbled. He took it apart, removed a bunch of grit (probably washed into the system from my rural water supply), and put it back together. The second glitch was a bit more serious, as he discovered that the wiring to the outlet where the new stove goes was only 10 gauge -- too light for the current building code and a fire hazard to boot. Undaunted, Adam ran a new 8 gauge line from the breaker box to the outlet.
The new door is a proper exterior one, metal sheathed and painted white. The door it replaces is an interior style with wood veneer, and should never have been there in the first place. Since it was not under cover, the bottom of its frame rotted out over the years, to the point where I shoved a wad of steel wool in the hole to keep out the mice. Besides rodents, the new door will also keep out the millipedes, which are harmless but disconcerting, being six inches long and creepy.
The cats and I are all looking forward to this project being done. Adam's tools are spread all over the downstairs, along with a medium-sized compressor. He forgot to turn the compressor off one evening when he left, it came on automatically at about 8pm, and I went downstairs to find Bubbles mildly apprehensive and Neo looking like she was staring death in the face. After that, I moved the cats back to the studio at night. Only a few more days, and they'll have their downstairs quarters back again. We will all rejoice.