Well, happy Good Friday, people!
And it looks like it really is a good Friday in Pinklea-land, because as I sit here sequestered in my bedroom, my kitchen ceiling is being spray-painted. This is the last step in dealing with the upstairs toilet tank that leaked through to the kitchen ceiling. Later today I will have (almost) a brand new kitchen! At last!
The plumber had to work around the drywall guy, who was at my house for almost ten hours yesterday. He put up drywall, mudded it, waited for it to dry, sanded it (mudding-waiting-sanding twice, by the way), and then added the texturing. It’s not one of those true “popcorn” ceilings, but it does have some – well, texture to it. He put in the long day, he said, because all he wanted to do today was the painting.
Nice, eh? For almost ten hours. Needless to say, there was no cooking yesterday. In fact, there was no food at all, other than what DD and I had squirreled away upstairs prior to the drywall guy’s arrival. We ordered pizza for dinner.
And he had to take down my beautiful new track lighting! “But I do need a kitchen light!” I wailed dramatically. No worries, I was told, you will not be left in dark overnight. So this is what he put up as a temporary measure:
Uh, yeah. It’s a light, all right. Bit of a step down from what I had two days ago, though.
Anyway, it’s almost done. I should be able to properly enjoy my new kitchen later this afternoon.
But we are going out for dinner tonight regardless.