This (Crooked) Old House, a.k.a. Why We're Glad We Hired the Pros

Today John the Jobsite Manager returned and, all by himself, hung most of the cabinets before noon.  It wasn't quite as simple as it sounds (although that doesn't sound even close to simple to me...) because our floor is crooked.  Apparently, there is a FOUR INCH difference between one side of the stove wall to the next, and everything was pretty topsy-turvy for awhile.  But look! 

John the Jobsite Manager to the rescue!  You can't even tell.  Totally level.  We thought we were hiring professional installation guys because we wanted to be careful with our fancy schmancy cabinets and didn't want them falling off the walls.  Now we know that we hired the pros because even nice cabinets need a lot of help to look good in an old, crooked house like ours.  

The dishwasher and stove are in place but not functional, which meant we went out to eat tonight (SCORE!) because we used up our only no-cook/few dishes dinner idea last night.  The white skim coat/teal walls thing is also starting to grow on me - it sort of looks like clouds in a sky, no?  Hmm....

Tomorrow John will be back to finish hanging the upper cabinets and to ... do more stuff.  If he did all of this before noon today (including fixing the crookedness) I think he'll be here for twenty minutes if all he has to do is hang the two remaining upper cabinets.  I'm sure there's plenty left for him to do.  

In other news, we hit a little bump in the road with the countertop folks.  Apparently everyone is installing their kitchen cabinets this week and the guys who go around and make templates for the granite countertops are quite busy.  They can't fit us in until NEXT WEDNESDAY, which is not so long, but then you have to factor in the making-the-countertop and installing-the-countertop parts of the process.  This leaves us without countertops until, I don't know, our child goes to kindergarten or something.  That's not true, I realize, but it's a pretty long process.  Bummer.  So apparently Tony P. is going to "sit on" the countertop guys and see if they'll come over sooner.  I think he might have more success if he offered them cake or something but if sitting on them does the trick, who am I to interfere?