Bleary eyed
It's 9:26. There's already enough coffee in my system to keep a small group of 8-year-olds awake for 24 hours. And still, I'm completely zonked. Starting work at 6:30 every day is not so much my thing.
The contractor and his assistant are in the kitchen installing the new cabinets. I've been up since 5am painting. We started last night, laying a coat of primer undercoat but called it quits at 12:30.
I think Angela took this picture at 11pm or so. I can't remember—the whole thing is a big blur at this point.
Yesterday was busy. We started wiping down the walls and ceiling at 7am to get them ready for painting, only to find out when the contractor arrived that he had to grind the bricks on the old chimney that runs through the kitchen in order to fit the cabinet. What a mess. I can still taste the cloud of dust kicked up from cutting into the bricks.
In the afternoon a quick run to Ikea in Etobicoke was required—at the start of rush hour no less—to exchange some pieces and order the correct ones (which will, of course, take 3 weeks to arrive). And then it was back home and to Home Depot for $100 worth of paint and supplies. Then dinner (at Seven Numbers on the Danforth with Amy's parents) and back home to paint the walls before the contractors arrived the next morning to hang the cabinets.
(9:33 a.m. — the garbage bin has just been picked up. This is live blogging people! It was one of those huge metal bins for garbage construction materials you see in the yards of home being renovated, i.e. 17 Currie. It was one parked in our driveway for a week.)
Maybe I can sneak in a quick nap.
The contractor and his assistant are in the kitchen installing the new cabinets. I've been up since 5am painting. We started last night, laying a coat of primer undercoat but called it quits at 12:30.
I think Angela took this picture at 11pm or so. I can't remember—the whole thing is a big blur at this point.
Yesterday was busy. We started wiping down the walls and ceiling at 7am to get them ready for painting, only to find out when the contractor arrived that he had to grind the bricks on the old chimney that runs through the kitchen in order to fit the cabinet. What a mess. I can still taste the cloud of dust kicked up from cutting into the bricks.
In the afternoon a quick run to Ikea in Etobicoke was required—at the start of rush hour no less—to exchange some pieces and order the correct ones (which will, of course, take 3 weeks to arrive). And then it was back home and to Home Depot for $100 worth of paint and supplies. Then dinner (at Seven Numbers on the Danforth with Amy's parents) and back home to paint the walls before the contractors arrived the next morning to hang the cabinets.
(9:33 a.m. — the garbage bin has just been picked up. This is live blogging people! It was one of those huge metal bins for garbage construction materials you see in the yards of home being renovated, i.e. 17 Currie. It was one parked in our driveway for a week.)
Maybe I can sneak in a quick nap.
posted by Renovator-in-training at 9:28 AM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home