Progress on my kitchen has yet again come to a screeching halt. It turns out that my dad made the drain for my sink a little too high before enclosing it in drywall, so we’ll have to cut out the drywall, fix the drain and then patch up the drywall before we can even think about getting any kitchen cabinets in there.
When the delivery guy brought my cabinets, he remarked that I had a great little house. I asked him if he ever ordered cabinets from Home Depot and he said “Nah, I’d never pay those prices for cabinets. I live in Mexico. We did my grandma’s kitchen for $450 with custom made cabinets.”
“Don’t worry, this will all be done by Christmas,” he assured me. In light of the fact that Christmas is about three months from now, I wondered if he was being kind and optimistic or a smart-ass. He seemed like a nice guy, so I’ll give him kind and optimistic.
I now have an entire roomful of cabinets in my dining room. Also, to make matters worse, my dad is having oral surgery done this week and I want him to fully recover before coming back to this project. It looks like it will be another couple of weeks of takeout for me.
Home Depot informed me that they’re delivering my cabinets on Monday.
Finally, my kitchen will be three-quarters done instead of just half-done! Once the cabinets are installed, we can have the granite people come out and create a template for my countertop. That will probably take another 2 weeks, but at least it’s progress.
There’s a long backstory to this.
When I bought my 100 year old house two months ago, it came with a hideous, cave-like kitchen. Unfortunately I don’t have pictures of it, but my dad summed it up best when he said “I wouldn’t want to eat anything coming out of that kitchen!”
Here’s a description of my former kitchen. If you open your closet door, get in and shut the door behind you, you’ll know exactly what it was like to stand in this kitchen in the daytime. It was pretty dark. The cabinets had no drawers and they were coated with an inch of thick red paint, which in turn was coated with an inch of grime. An oversized white refrigerator took up a third of the floor space and a 1970s range was blocking a third of the prefab formica countertop. A sad paper plate was taped over a hole where some water damage marred the ceiling. Beneath your feet, the black and white checkered linolium floor that was so groovy in the 1960s was now starting to come loose 50 years later. Oh, and there was one outlet for the entire kitchen.
In a nutshell, my dad demolished and replaced every square inch of this kitchen with all things new and shiny. The only thing left to do was install the kitchen cabinets, the sink and the countertop. We ordered the kitchen cabinets from Home Depot and waited. It’s been about 3 weeks since I ordered those cabinets and I’m still waiting. My kitchen’s evolution from cesspool of obscure growth to Julia Child sanctuary has come to a grinding halt. I’ve likened my situation to a hostage crisis.
According to an introductory paragraph on hostage crises and negotiation, one writer stated “Ideally, a hostage situation ends with everyone walking away (albeit with some of them in handcuffs).” On that note, I do think Home Depot deserves to walk away from this situation in handcuffs.