That’s my ghost laughing at me for doing this project instead of paying someone else to. Lotta work, but I don’t bill myselfmore labor for extras when I find something that needs correction, and certainly won’t hide it from myself to avoid the extra work. I’m doing ALL of it except the countertops and tile backsplash. I could probably do the tile, but a high appearance item is probably not the best place to showcase my first attempt. Maybe behind a toilet or in a closet might be a better place for me to try out my tiling skills. I obviously don’t own any equipment for cutting stone or synthetic stone countertops, so will leave that to the pros.
My neighbor has a connection in the surface biz (his daughter-in-law) and my relationship with him and his family might garner some assurance of a quality installation. Never mind the effort I put in to make the tops simple with a huge surface for adhesives (less risk of glue/resins on the floor) and hopefully level enough they won’t need more than a couple shims. I’m glad fitting that bloody farmhouse sink is behind me. I came up with a much more robust mounting method than the stupid little plastic anchors that came with the sink. I used a layer of 1/2” plywood and cut it out so the flange of the sink is captive between the countertop and the plywood. Once it’s sealed, that sink ain’t going anywhere.
Picking up leaves (again) today. Probably will start the flooring tomorrow. Not much of it, so don’t anticipate more than a day. It’ll take me weeks to get over working on the floor though. The leaf work encourages a lot of good back exercise (low mass, high repetition), so might help doing that in front of the crawling. Gonna plan for not having a transition to either room connected to the kitchen because I can’t seem to find anything for a decent transition with an acceptable color. It’s all the same flooring, so fitting it seems to be the best solution, other than the aggravation of having to lay the kitchen “backward” to the better way of installing the stuff. Patience will certainly be required, and ample supply of 12 ounce nerve pills will be factored into the job. It’s stoopid easy to do out on an open floor, but worse in the corners than arguing with a hormonal 15 year old girl, especially when said 15 year old comes bursting into the room with the typical drama about her boyfriend’s cat. I’m pretty good with geometry, but not so good dealing with an ADD adolescent with more energy than a squirrel on cocaine.
