I hate hammering nails above my head. It hurts. But the header is in between the kitchen and the mud room.
Having stood the pocket door unit up — and doing measurements — so much for the washer/dryer that was in the house. I’m down to 24″ which means the combo unit from the church, or a new stacked “apartment” model — think I’m gong to say the grand and use the combo unit.
All the upper cabinets are out of the kitchen. And the mess is cleaned up — only killed one unit getting it out of the kitchen. Oh, and the new door is sitting in the kitchen for the back door. More work, Josh, where are you!
A run to Magnolia to pick up an “War Rug” that I’d lent to Darcie — for the new house. Terry is painting away — progress is good, but slower than I’d like, but he’s doing a good job. Taking care with the job… which does take time.
Dinner at the house with CHRIS, and then Helene, and the Jeff (who I bought the house from)…. it was 8:30 by the time we sat down for a dinner that had several more courses than I’d planned — thank god Helene brought champagne (well, cava), oranges (worked with the bib lettuce salad), red wine, amazing how a meal can go from two people to four, and still work.
Good will to all tonight.
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