Breakfast Nook
Soon after my divorce I realized my ex-wife had taken the kitchen table with her. I decided it would be a perfect opportunity to install a breakfast nook between the living room and kitchen.
I immediately got to work by removing the decorative wooden dowels that separated the rooms. I used a sledgehammer, a six-pack of PBR and a chain saw for the finer details.
Once I was finished, the real process of home improvement began. I ignored it for a little over a year, eating over the sink or in the living room in front of the TV.
My son brought it to my attention, after a year or so, by asking “Mom has a kitchen table, why don’t you have one?” Which gave me kind of a complex. So I decided to get to work.
I had a chunk of plywood in the garage. I wrestled it into the house and then let it sit in the kitchen for a few weeks, to settle.
Then I took inventory of my tools. I had a sledgehammer, a chainsaw and a few screwdrivers. After I ran out of vodka, I had no more screwdrivers.
I laid the plywood on the partition and realized I had no clue what I was doing. So I called a friend to come over to help. He confirmed that I had no idea what I was doing.
After a few weeks I went to Menards and looked at countertops, I picked out a color that would match the rest of the counters. Then they asked me for measurements. Seems I hadn’t planned that far in advance.
So a few more weeks passed and I ran into a contractor friend of mine. We discussed my breakfast nook idea and he followed me back to my house to take some measurements. Then he gave me a quote. It seemed fair and I expected him to show up in a few weeks.
He showed up the next day with a counter that matched perfectly. He had actual tools and it was installed in a half an hour. Of course, I felt inadequate that he was able to install it so quickly and effortlessly. But writing a check on my new counter made that feeling quickly fade.
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