Yesterday about 5:30 PM I popped my head into the kitchen and saw the electrician vacuuming up, wearing an enormous industrial mask. And before him on the floor was the large white ceiling fan, like a shot bird of prey. It served me well (it was old when I moved in), but for the last four years it has wobbled dangerously if set on any but one particular setting. So I don’t mourn its passing, but instead eagerly await the installation of the new ceiling fan waiting in the cellar to blossom in the new kitchen.
Today the contractor showed up at 7:30 (I was grateful for the extra 30 minutes) with the guys who were going to lay the new plywood subflooring. When I was back from my walk through the cemetery at 9, it was tough to find a quiet place for a teleconference; a staple gun or something else kept going off in the kitchen, and a workman was using a circular saw in the garden to cut plywood to measure.
Everyone had gone for the day by the time I returned from a meeting in town, 4:30 PM. A tour of the kitchen showed the plywood subfloor completely laid, all the extraneous piping removed, the condo association pipes rerouted not to be outside the walls, and the new circuit breaker added. And . . . the exterior walls completely insulated, which I was not really expecting. So, the work is moving swiftly.
For the next several days the job will be in the hands of the inspectors. Thursday the sheetrock guy has been scheduled, so it will be rather quiet until then.
