There is an echo in my house. My new house. My new house that I OWN. All by myself.
It’s probably because it has giant ceilings, there is no art on the walls, and things are still in boxes. Oh, and maybe because it’s just little ol’ me in a house that has 3 bedrooms and 3.5 bathrooms*.
After we got everything moved in from my storage unit over the weekend, we went to purchase my refrigerator. Since my dad has a trailer and CB has the muscles, we took it back to the house with us to install it ourselves.
But we didn’t take into account that the fridge was too wide for the landing at the top of my stairs going into the main living/kitchen space. So we took the stair railing off the wall. And tried again. The doors! Removing the doors would help! So we took the fridge back down stairs, removed the doors and then measured everything again.
Still. No. Such. Luck.
Mr. Engineer (CB) and Mr. Contractor (Dad) started hatching out plans. Plans that involved sketching pulleys out on napkins and hoisting it over the balcony out back, like a giant piano. You know what happens in cartoons when pianos are hoisted in mid-air? Some little rodent cuts the cord and they squish the poor kitty underneath it. NO THANK YOU.
Sunday morning, we decided to tackle it again. This time, with brute force. The brute force of 3 strapping young men (CB and two friends), Dad and me to supervise/critique/help.
I will post a video of the craziness when I upload it tomorrow.
In the meantime, rest assured that I won’t have to relocate my kitchen to the garage.
*One of each of those bedrooms and bathrooms is currently nothing more than insulation, framing and stub-plumbing. But they’ve got potential.