One of the side effects of living in the temporary apartments during the renovations is the severe lack of amenities. We’re dealing with semi-functional, hideously decorated bathrooms, a small, nearly unusable kitchen, and a total and complete lack of dividable space. Regardless, I don’t have much to complain about. We spend out time rhapsodizing about 48” stoves, dishwashers, central air, closets and actual bedroom doors. But nothing commands my fantasies more than the exquisite possibility of the elusive Washing Machine and Dryer. Oh how I pine for them.
We just got back from the huge laundromat on Metropolitan, which easily houses 200 washers and even more dryers. Yet for some reason tonight every single one of those washing machines was taken, and as we scrambled around looking to snipe some, dozens of loud brats spiraled around us. Hell must be a laundromat. Sigh…only a few more months left to go.
Here’s the part where I quit my whining and show you more renovation photos.
The first floor is starting to really take shape! The bathroom is all framed out, as is the hallway with some of the closets.
Everyone was excited about this cement vibrator. Something about cement and air bubbles and vibration…I guess it’s a good thing...I didn't quite follow. I've been refraining from saying anything bad about my contractor or architect since they both read this blog, but I have no qualms about telling you they both giggled like little school girls about this vibrator. So there you go.
Soon this will be a fixed window in the master bathroom shower, hopefully slightly frosted or not entirely see through, for obvious reasons. But it will look out into the sunroom and not directly into the backyard
Speaking of the sunroom, one day it will be here instead of a hammer, some radiators, an old 386, the shed remnants and a bunch of weeds. Ah luxury!
And speaking of the backyard, here it is in all of its weed-infested glory.
But here’s the best part—our neighbor two doors down just put up a new high fence. All the fences in the backyards on our block were 4 feet tall and we were told that was "the rule", but now that appears not to be the case. Our architect checked the code and we are indeed allowed to have 6 foot fences—yay! It’s a ways away, but it’s good to know it’s an option eventually.
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