The replacement has finished the crown and window molding and is due back today to paint it and a new six-panel solid wood door. That will do it. At last.
UPDATE: Door on order until the 24th, molding getting painted.
MORE: All done but the door. Replacement took a iPhone snap of his work and shook my hand. I waited until he left and then washed it with soap and warm water. My preference to hand-sanitizers.
Promised the neurotic, we’re back to the replacement, who rolled in at 10 a.m. for a wonder and claims he’ll be done by 5. No explanation from the contractor yet.
UPDATE: At 4 p.m they still haven’t begun to spray paint, though it seems to be coming. Over by 5:30, they’re now saying. Contractor obviously sent them but he’s not admitting it. Really hard working with people who speak no or little English. They had done good work before so we kept hiring them.
…has been very loud, considering they were ripping up the carpet for hard wood and remodeling the kitchen. Turned out to be also cutting the tile off the fireplace surround and bashing in some drywall to…? Electric drills and sanders sound like they’re, well, next door. Thin walls we have. I keep waiting for one to come through our wall. While my promised painters still aren’t here.
Supposedly, it goes down today. I’ll believe it when it happens. It’s been ten days, with a neurotic carpenter and a young, not very responsible replacement.
UPDATE: Seen hide nor hair of our replacement by 3:00. Told contratctor I want a replacement for the replacement. He’s for bringing back the neurotic tomorrow. Sigh.
Our carpenter bailed on our kitchen remodel at the mini-rancho at Neely’s Canyon about a third of the way through. Our contractor brought in another one and a plumber to install the new porcelain-on-cast-iron sink, which he did last night, so that’s working again. New carpenter comes today to complete rebuilding the cabinets.
The original carpenter told the contractor he was “bored” working a rebuild instead of an original. It could be a neurosis, according to the contractor, since the guy’s behind on two other rebuilds as well. But it may be it’s the kitchen’s curse on craftsmen. That’s because we already lost a previous carpenter, a little guy we called the leprechaun, who measured and promised and then bailed before even starting. Could be this second guy was infected, too.
A small, red one about an inch long, in our bedroom at Neely’s Canyon. I smashed and flushed it. Called Bugmaster for a re-treat. They’ll come on Monday.
That’s four I’ve seen since we moved into the Mini-Rancho: three red ones (one big, 5-incher) and one brown. The sting of the browns are said to hurt less but I don’t want either one. Will continue to shake out my shoes and other clothes in the morning. I worry most about our kitty getting hurt, and Bar who pads around the place barefoot while I wear shoes.
UPDATE: I’ll let Bugmaster continue, since it kills the bugs scorpions eat, but for the little bastards themselves, I’ve ordered an insecticide praised by reviewers in Arizona, land of millions of them.
Ever seen squirrels make love? I did this morning, out the kitchen window to the slope of the canyon. They used their fore paws to hug each other and what looked like kissing. Rolling around on the ground and up a tree. Then one of them mounted the other from behind, briefly, before resuming the hugging and kissing. Love is everywhere!