Hear that?
That low, rumbling buzz that can only be the sound of spring? We've heard it around our neighborhood for weeks. Not bees, not lawnmowers. That is the sound of a router. Specifically, a router given for Christmas in 1996 or 1997, never out of it's box until now.
After the winning success of the new cabinet in our kitchen, rtg has decided what-the-hell-nine-years-is-long-enough, and has started remodeling our kitchen. I am beside myself with glee. Counters raised to modern heights (the old ones were installed in the 1930s and are lower than normal; so low that I can't touch the bottom of the sink when standing upright to wash dishes)! Cabinets with doors that shut! Paint that goes all the way around (and not red, sorry Jane)!
We plan on celebrating the centenary of our house this summer and I was wondering what we would have to show for it (the poor place hasn't been painted in 20 years). While the work we have done previously has stabilized this house for the next 100, it isn't much to look at (now THAT's some ductwork! And is that a new sewer line? Look's good!). Building this kitchen ourselves, in the style of what we are removing, is a great step towards the greater stewardship of this house.
And yes, I'll post pictures.