~D is a Virgo. What that means for me is he likes to rearrange the furniture. All the time. And it's not just a matter of rearranging the furniture. No, no! It's deciding that the desk should no longer be a corner desk, so we need to buy a new desk that will go better on the middle of the wall. It took a few years, and us moving into a much smaller apartment (like those number puzzles where one square is missing and you shift all of the other numbers around to try to get them back in order) to break him of it.
So when I suggested a month or so ago that our refrigerator be moved, he was ecstatic. It gave him the rearranging that his psyche craved.
I'm happy to report, our refrigerator is happily living in its new home, and we got it moved the day before our son's first birthday.
I've learned that having a hard deadline for discrete tasks works best for us. We'll never be able to say "I want the kitchen done by the spring." It just won't happen. But "I'd like the plaster to be down by Thanksgiving" can, if we adhere to it.
We haven't completely finished the new partition/box for the fridge yet. It still needs a top, and the outside of it needs to be painted. We also need to finish up the support pieces on the cabinets that we had to cut into - facing, etc. But here it is:
Many power tools went into the making of this box. Cutting out the cabinets took no fewer than three saws (saws-all, circular saw, and a reciprocating saw). I wired my first outlet ever. It didn't growl at me when we turned the power back on. ~D moved the water line, and cut out the old one, so we still have our ice maker. He used Pex and "shark bites" - no soldering necessary, and we don't have any leaks (he worked as a plumber's apprentice for a bit after graduating from high school).
And the back end of our kitchen now looks like this:
It's nice and spacious. My kitchen feels huge now (and brighter, even with the shortening days).
Next up (beyond finishing the box and cabinet ends): Destruction! The Demo Hammer is go. The paneling covering the wall in that back end comes down, and the plaster on the ceiling's days are numbered.
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