My project continues to keep me grounded, inserting humility right next to those kind comments from friends, "Wow. The place has come a long way. It looks great." I ordered my kitchen cabinets two days ago and during those final wranglings, it became apparent I needed to modify my plan for the cooking vent. I knew it was going to be a painful choice but the layout of the kitchen, the asthetics of the cabinets and balance of the room were not something I was willing to compromise. And what was the real cost going to be? A little dust and some sweat. huh, no biggie.
Two days later I am here to say it was the correct decision, however, that little amount of dust is now a medium sized pile, half of which I inhaled through my nose and subsequently sneezed and blew out. And yes, a two-by-four did hit the ground on one occasion shooting out of my nostril like a rocket ship. Like hurricane stories, it embedded into a brick wall. I have a call into the mason.
I guess, though, it is challenging work that defines one's skill and patience too. My recollection of this project is already filled with tough efforts more so than the overall progress of the project. Snipets of visions, like movie trailers, run through my head as memories. That blocking in the northeast corner of the second floor joist system that was a major pain in the ass to nail in. No trophy for the effort. No one will ever see it. But it was a grand effort.
A full 18" of clearance between the floor joists and the foundation dug out with shovel and sweat. Again no trophy and no kudos from friends. Hell, the inspector didn't even bother to measure it. But a great job none the less.
And this kitchen cooking vent too. Great effort (too much effort) with a great result that will forever be burried deep in the walls and ceiling.
So I don't recommend upsetting the natural order of things (events) but if you find need, take pride in the effort you expend and for goodness sake, don't expect any thanks.
Cheers!
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