The Dust Chronicles: Part 1

The wife and I were stricken with what I suspect was a bout of temporary insanity. While most people are dealing with the current financial crisis by stashing money in mattresses and hoarding food; we decided to take this perfectly good kitchen,

Move the appliances to another room as well as pack up all the dishes and cookware, then brutally mutilate it by tearing out the wall it shares with the dining room.

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So, it ended up being a dusty, gutted out skeleton of our former kitchen after the first weekend. I couldn't find a picture of the actual carnage, but this picture shows a close approximation. It was taken after we rebuilt the wall to accommodate a bar top when it's all finished.

Notice the dangling wires and electrical work. Therein lies the cause of frustration for the rest of the week. That means we can only have one working electrical outlet during the entire project. Since the refrigerator requires one of the plugs, we are left with just one single plug for all our kitchen electrical needs. You would think one would be plenty, but it really isn't. It seems like every time I go to plug in something, it's already in use.

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We kept ourselves optimistic that first week by telling each that it's just like camping...just in a really dusty house. Which I probably should have mentioned in order to explain the title. There seems to be no escape from the drywall dust. We sweep and vacuum, but there is still drywall dust everywhere. We have developed a perpetual hack as result of the drywall dust. And not some little dry cough either. It's that really heavy kind of cough that hooks up with a loogy at the end of it. We sound like life long smokers.

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Well kids! I gotta go for now. See ya next time.