Day 39, 40 & 41

!%#^en microwave.

I'll get to that in a minute. So, luckily while Andi was gone all week, absolutely nothing was done to the house. There was no adventure for the boys to have, exploring new cracks and crevasses or regaling carpenters with tales of juice boxes and McDonalds.

On Monday, the contractor from OAR called and asked if the lumber yard had been there yet? They were coming by to pick up the unused lumber and they should have been there by now. As I had two boys and a grandma ready to leave for haircuts, I really didn't care if anyone was there. He told me on Wednesday the remaining window would be delivered, and on Thursday the dumpster would be there. Most likely on Thursday someone would be there to start some demolition.

Well, just like clockwork, as I was stepping out of the house there was a flatbed truck backing up the driveway. On Wednesday, a Ryder truck stopped in front of the house and two dudes got out and rang the doorbell. They were there to deliver a window from Pella. On Thursday after the boys and I returned from play group, there was a gigantic red dumpster in our driveway (we're definitely not parking in the garage now.)

The boys and I met a new man, J.J. He was there to do demolition. He was tearing out the old exterior of the house down tot he studs. Today, J.J. and another 'guy' showed up and started more demolition. They managed to clean up the large pile of stuff that had accumulated on the side of the house and removed the rest of the exterior siding where the new door is going to go.

The following pictures I took after we moved entirely out of the kitchen along with the cabinets they tore out today.

As a little side note. As of today we have no functional kitchen. The water and all the plumbing were cut. While the fridge and stove remain, they really don't help all that much when we're washing dishes in the bath tube and drying them on the bathroom sink.





















You also might be wondering about that !#%en microwave. After I had cooked the sweet corn for about 15 minutes, it decided it was done working for the night and just blinked out. Screaming expletives I ensured that I hadn't blown a fuse. Everything else worked, coffee maker, toaster, but not this $40, P.O.S microwave. I gave it the finger and unplugged it, vowing to sacrifice it to the god Shiva later that night. After the boys went to bed, I plugged it in just to see. And with a smug little beep. It came to life.

!#%^en microwave.