If you had told me, back in May, that at 11 weeks I’d still be in the thick of this I would have cried. If you could have told me that a ENTIRE DAY would be taken up on ONE FRIDGE PANEL I would have been in disbelief. Yet that is a true statement.
Last Friday Jim took off work so we could really bang out a lot this weekend. That strategy sort of flopped, but it’s ok in the end.
Our plan calls for two large (LARGE) panels on either side of the fridge to box it in. They would attach to the cabinet at the top and I guess hang down and rest on the floor (we would floor around them, not under). Sounds simple, yes?
NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO!
Our walls are not plumb. Our floors, for all that work that we did, are not really level. Our ceiling is so out of level it’s ridiculous.
We took the 36×96 panel to the basement to use the table saw (yes, Jim owns one). It was really heavy and unwieldy. Got everything set up, cut off the side and the bottom. Bring it upstairs a little more easily because it’s now smaller and less unwieldy. Hope for the best and put it against the cabinet. Not even close. The wall is rather unplumb (meaning it bumps out several places doesn’t sit at a 90 degree angle to the floor). Get out the circular saw and try to shave down some of the side to make it sit for even against the wall. First battery on the saw dies. Change battery. Try again. 2nd battery dies. It starts to rain, so our impromptu sawing area on the back deck is unusable. Jim takes Laura on a road trip to get a different brand (aka good brand) of circular saw because we have many, many cuts ahead of us and using one that can’t even get through one panel is not an option.
The rain finally stops, we try again and finally FINALLY can hang the panel and get it into place. Followed by a giant fight and raised voices. It was pretty yucky.
Renovations are HARD, people!
The next day we picked Ethan up from his week-long camp, had brunch in Philly with Jim’s sister, came home hoping to do stuff but then Jim felt sick. We ended up taking the whole day off. Also, there were apologies and talking things out because we are married and love each other and that is what we do.
Up and at ’em at 9am. Hang the 2nd panel with so much less stress and strife because we learned from the first one. Started locking uppers in place and screwing to each other, only to discover that the electrical outlet for the microwave was too low. Jim managed, after finagling, to move it up (thank you God for handy husbands!) and we finished the rest of the uppers and one of the lowers. Then he cut 2×6’s to support the weight of the granite in the corner where there is no cabinets.
Brought in the other wall of cabinets, built them and put up the upper railing. Installed the two parts of the full-length pantry and put the other upper in place, but couldn’t do anything with the base because the electrician forgot to move the outlet and you can’t bury it legally.
Here is the fridge wall and those lovely panels.
And here is the pantry wall. You can’t see the outlet behind that bottom cabinet, but it’s sure there! And the shelves in the pantries will be moving up so they form a bottom shelf for when we install the upper doors (each pantry has an upper short door and a lower long door).
The theme for the weekend seems to be “All’s Well That End’s Well”