Living Room Campout

Day 11
Women. You can't trust 'em. Things were coming along nicely. The bedroom was getting painted, plumbing was being rerouted, electrical wires were getting pulled and DeeDee had the day off and was helping with all the the little details. She stepped out around noon to go to the library, and said she'd be "right back."

Two hours later, I had to go to a meeting and she was still AWOL. No big deal, but the dos is nervy as is and i didn't want to leave her alone. When she came in, she had done the unthinkable... she had visited another cabinet shop. This one is local, very custom, and not shockingly more than the big box. The woman form the shop even came over in the evening to measure herself and take a look. I really need fewer choices not more, and damn her for her thorough nature.

The prince of darkness came about 3:00 to finish roughing in the electrical. Chicago demands wires in rigid piping so he has run a metal habitrail throughout the kitchen. Unfortunately, when he was cutting what he thought was previous electrical line he discovered the live gas line used for the lights 100 years ago. I did not see it, but they claim there was just a small flash. Blowing up the building is not in my budget.

He recovered quickly, and pulled wires until after 10:30. We were getting ready to escort him out in our PJs. You have to admire the diligence, though.

Tomorrow we've got floor guys coming to take a look at the floors, and in theory the bedroom will be done. Where there's life there's hope.