We're three months into the carnival ride known as remodeling and not to mix metaphors but it feels as if we've pushed the ten-ton boulder of destruction, decisions, and delays to the top of the mountain. More importantly, I'm able to say that I don't think there's a cliff after the top and we're going to fall off it. Instead, it feels as if there are still things ahead but not so out-of-control. A gentle slope, if you will. Which means I can catch my breath rather than continue waking up in a panic. Things are coming together, so while it's nowhere near finished it's closer to the end than the beginning.
Here's what I'm seeing when I emerge from the cave that is the basement:
I'll start with the cooktop being installed because I thought Mr. G would weep when he saw it. He was that happy.
It's not the same kind of love but I am happy to see the dishwasher installed. Washing all our dishes by hand is not fun.
Again, I never thought I'd care about a kitchen sink but after over a year of using a small sink in our rental (and knowing how much cleaning I do of Mr. G's oversized pots and pans) this looks good to me.
The master bath is taking shape! Countertop, sinks, and faucets are in.
The guest bath tiling is complete and the shower/faucet installed.
The big slab of concrete that was our original fireplace mess is now taking shape. The stones are in place, just waiting for mortar and to be sealed.