Relative Something

The house project is making good progress, but it involves a level of disruption that I failed to anticipate. I think I let myself become over-satisfied with what I thought was an impressive level of preparation I had achieved. I had pictures down off the walls. The furniture that could be removed was removed. I figured it was ready for paint.

When I got home from the day-job yesterday, I saw the level of preparation a professional painting company goes through to do a job right. Light fixtures have been removed, and the wires capped off. Plastic has been taped up over every surface that doesn’t get paint. The kitchen sink has paper taped over the faucets. I can’t open the cupboards to my dishes because of the plastic taped over them.

I hadn’t honestly considered the details of this level of the project in the kitchen and main floor bathroom, and I’m now having second thoughts about my idea of living here throughout the entire job.

Luckily, the two upstairs bedrooms appear to be done. The painters have removed all the tape, plastic, and tarps. This afternoon, a floor covering company is scheduled to put new carpet in those rooms. My original hope was to move my bed back into the master bedroom, and then empty the last two upstairs bedrooms of furniture by transferring it all to the two finished rooms. Then the drywall crew comes back and we start this whole process again.

At this point, I just don’t know when I will have things moved to allow the next phase to start. This weekend, Cyndie is coming home for a visit. That may, or may not, help progress. I’m not sure.

I’ll find out today whether we can overlap painting and new carpet installation. Will they really be able to bring in new carpet while the painters are working on the main floor? It might be easiest to take a screen out of an upstairs window, and pass new carpet up from outside.

It’s just part of the adventure, you know?