Since my last post, the kitchen has been stripped bare. All cabinets, countertops, appliances, tile floor, lowered ceiling, insulation, HVAC ducts, lighting fixtures, plaster walls and the drywall beneath them have been laid to rest via six trips to the local “transfer station,” which is a fancy new term for a high-tech city dump.
Honestly, I’ve never seen such a tidy (albeit hopelessly out of date and functionally obsolete) space, formerly known as my kitchen―turn into such a disaster, as if overnight.
Harold warned me that things were about to get a whole lot worse before they could get better. That was no understatement. Here, let me show you what “a whole lot worse” looks like:
And then there was this …