I can swim

My countertops are beautiful! I am thrilled at the look of space and brightness. The microwave and the toaster oven are back in their places. JJ shaved off some more of the cupboard bottom so the microwave would fit. Bit by bit we are getting the pots and pans and laquer and salad bowls and trays put away. BUT I was merrily loading the dishwasher last night when Kedj screamed at me...the kitchen floor was one big puddle and I did not even know it. It seemed some water had accumulated in the bottom of the dishwasher. In putting on the countertop some shims had been removed and upon opening the dishwasher door, the whole works slid out and dumped a waterfall onto the floor. We grabbed towels and mopped up and dried the mess. I propped the door on top of a wastebasket and continued loading. So it goes...

Under under the Counter

We had a great time at breakfast at Seven Hills Golf Course. The price is right ($2.59) and we were seated off in the side room since all the little tables were occupied. Since Mike sold M. T's and moved back to Michigan, Tina, his old cashier and general handygirl has moved over to be cashier at 7Hills. Hence we get preferential treatment. There were five of us today: JJ, DJ. CMc, KJ and me.

Under...under...under the counter. Yeah, Man! Tomorrow is the big day when our poured to measure Corian counter-top is to be installed. Our good friend and general fix-it man has come to help us out. Used to be we had our good friend CMc come and do all that needed doing. Right now he is recovering from surgery and taking it kinda easy. Still he comes and volunteers what he can do anyway. JJ is on the spot. In taking the bull by the horns after Cupcake and Trucker crow-barred the old counter off, the measuring man suggested we install "cleets" to hold up the back of the counter. His description was a plain 3" board nailed to the studs on the wall. This JJ did. A little pressure on the "floor" of the cabinet showed said particle board floor to disintegrate, and under the under contact paper was a solid covering of powdery black mildew. This was probably the cause of my morning sneezes and wheezes and nose drippings. No doubt this infiltration was caused by a leaking pipe under the sink. Right now I'm closed in the living room with Bobby since he and JJ are NOT particular friends. The floor is being vacuumed out and sprayed with straight Clorox to kill all the mold. JJ even brought his own vacuum and Clorox since he said testing my Clorox showed it to be old and weak. He also brought along some old cabinet to use to make new floor. Such a bag of worms. We thought the new counter would be so simple. We also discovered the disposal went kaput when we removed it, so that means a new disposal. This is something KJ has wanted to do for quite a while. Neither of us dreamed it would be so involved. JJ is willing and able to rescue us.

Both DJ and I went to BB's to work on JL's quilt this morning. We're on the home stretch, stitch in the ditch. BB picked up the old slant needle at the shop along with the walking foot. We wound the bobbin on KB's machine, since the slant-needle job does not wind bobbins. KJ keeps the ruffler hooked up to it for use at the shop.

JJ went over to Hilmer street to lend a hand to CMc to move VS furniture to her room at the nursing home. KF was there to help too. What would we do without the willing help from our brethren?

Just had another call from the Corian folks at Home Depot. They want us to move the stove. What more can happen in the 20 hours we have left before they arrive with the works? Time for me to sign off.

Under under the Counter

We had a great time at breakfast at Seven Hills Golf Course. The price is right ($2.59) and we were seated off in the side room since all the little tables were occupied. Since Mike sold M. T's and moved back to Michigan, Tina, his old cashier and general handygirl has moved over to be cashier at 7Hills. Hence we get preferential treatment. There were five of us today: JJ, DJ. CMc, KJ and me.

Under...under...under the counter. Yeah, Man! Tomorrow is the big day when our poured to measure Corian counter-top is to be installed. Our good friend and general fix-it man has come to help us out. Used to be we had our good friend CMc come and do all that needed doing. Right now he is recovering from surgery and taking it kinda easy. Still he comes and volunteers what he can do anyway. JJ is on the spot. In taking the bull by the horns after Cupcake and Trucker crow-barred the old counter off, the measuring man suggested we install "cleets" to hold up the back of the counter. His description was a plain 3" board nailed to the studs on the wall. This JJ did. A little pressure on the "floor" of the cabinet showed said particle board floor to disintegrate, and under the under contact paper was a solid covering of powdery black mildew. This was probably the cause of my morning sneezes and wheezes and nose drippings. No doubt this infiltration was caused by a leaking pipe under the sink. Right now I'm closed in the living room with Bobby since he and JJ are NOT particular friends. The floor is being vacuumed out and sprayed with straight Clorox to kill all the mold. JJ even brought his own vacuum and Clorox since he said testing my Clorox showed it to be old and weak. He also brought along some old cabinet to use to make new floor. Such a bag of worms. We thought the new counter would be so simple. We also discovered the disposal went kaput when we removed it, so that means a new disposal. This is something KJ has wanted to do for quite a while. Neither of us dreamed it would be so involved. JJ is willing and able to rescue us.

Would you believe, I found this old blog had not been posted. It' Friday Morning, the eighth of June! For what it's worth, here goes.

Suitcase

We have a fire blazing in the fireplace, but no, his highness knows it is Saturday and...Saturday is the day we do our errands. With both of us at keyboards he jumps from one to another, trying to hurry us in our usual endeavor. It's not easy to type with hyper-poodle on my lap. Also I happen to have ants in my keyboard. They're not happy either. To make a long story short...just how does one go about packing a suitcase surreptitiously. He's just too smart and knows we're going south for San Diego's All Day Meeting. 'Nuff said.