And the debris slowly grew…

With all the construction, the contractors have made a huge pile of trash.  Bits of wood, miscellaneous empty boxes, plastic bags, and … a spare tire?  Hmm…not sure where that came from, but it managed to make its way onto the pile.  Our contractor was supposed to keep our site clean – do you think he’s doing a good job?  After several requests he is finally coming to clean up the mess this week, or so he says.  In the meantime it feels like all this debris is going to swallow our home.  Here’s a photo of what once was our driveway.  The debris makes a lovely addition to the outhouse in the back – don’t you think?

With construction comes garbage

With construction comes garbage

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Windows on the world

Our windows finally arrived and have been installed.  Now the house is actually starting to come together.  We added additional new windows in the living room and dining room.  Why?  Well, because slowly but surely our remodel is creeping into every inch of our home.  After all, now that we’re living with 3/4 ton of dust, we might as well round up to a full ton.

Next up is exterior house painting, which means our house will soon look like the shabbiest house on the block while being sanded and primed, and of course we’ll be spreading the dust throughout the neighborhood.

Kitchen window - exterior.

Kitchen window – exterior.

New kitchen nook windows

New kitchen nook windows

Kitchen nook windows from inside.

Kitchen nook windows from inside.

Exterior living room window.

Exterior living room window.

Upstairs, downstairs

As part of our kitchen remodel, we’re also converting part of the basement into a wine cellar, and making it look a little more “finished” by adding drywall, flooring, paint, etc.  Out with the circa 1970’s wood paneling, and in with a more polished appearance.  The ideal hope is that we can turn my husband’s “man-cave” into a more distinguished, and less frat-boy look.   This will be the budget part of our remodel, because after all is said and done, the basement is really just a room beneath the house, so spending a suitcase full of dough on something that will always be “just a basement” doesn’t seem to be  well-advised.  But after owning the home for 9 years I have finally failed at keeping my hands off what was supposed to be Carl’s man-cave, dude-dwelling, rumpus room, male sanctuary – a room that is his to decorate, a home for his own TV, video games, Sony Wii drum-set, and his much-admired high school jacket.  So many times I wanted to gussy-up the place, and so often I was told “hands off”.  But now, as we found ourselves embarking on the journey to re-do the kitchen, it seemed the perfect opportunity to finally clean up the space a little.  So the “hand’s off” turned into “let’s not spend a lot of money”, and that’s where we are today.

A basement too scary for our dog.

A basement too scary for our dog.

The man-cave before remodel

The man-cave before remodel

The steep stairs to the basement.
The steep stairs to the basement.

A day of more demolition

Today was a full day of demolition.  The construction guys arrived promptly at 8am.   After being greeted ferociously by our little dog, Gracie and enthusiastically by our big dog, Monty, and everyone’s butts were appropriately sniffed and greetings had everywhere, the guys got to work on pulling apart more of our home.  Our lead contractor left to go to the city office to pick up the permits and said he would be right back.  The rest of the guys got started putting down paper to protect the floors, and making walls out of plastic in an attempt to stop the dust from infiltrating the rest of the house.  It felt as if we were being quarantined for some infectious plague – all that was missing was the yellow “do not enter” tape.  The guys then started with the symphony of the day – the gently echoing orchestra of men cracking and beating the tile in the existing laundry room, which will now be part of our kitchen.  ‘BANG, BANG, BANG, POP, CRACK, BANG’ and so it begins.  The latter half of the day was spent working on the basement – tearing the circa 1970’s wood paneling off the wall (finally!) and tearing apart the existing closet and makeshift bar downstairs.  I tried to ignore the sound, but it resonated throughout the house.  How does anyone live through this full time?  The dogs seemed a little agitated by the noise, but the biggest problem were the plastic sheets that blocked their access to part of the house.  How annoying!  ImageImage