The Kitchen Counter Top
December 1, 2011 By Brenda
My kitchen counter top is installed. As you can see, I myself installed the white molding to cover where the tiles once were.
You see, I wandered around Lowes for hours today, trying to decide what to put here. I finally got the molding, a meter (sorry, I meant miter!) box (what, I had to ask someone, is that?) with saw, and some finishing nails. Cost, with sand paper: $30.
Am I proud of my first time effort at installing molding? Obviously not, or you’d be seeing more of it!
You see, I ran into the now infamous cement wall problem, head on. I smashed that poor molding in so many places, I’m only going to show you a small bit of it.
And the white finishing nails? Not white anymore. I knocked all the color off, in my effort to pry nails out. And then attempt to hammer them back in.
This is the one photo I will show you a close up of. No, I didn’t think about this. And so here it sits. Covered up, and now you know why!
Finally, I resorted to something I knew. My hands were aching with arthritis from previous surgeries. I threw the hammer in the drawer and got out the hot glue gun.
I should have done this in the first place, and my molding wouldn’t look like someone hit it against a fence.
But, live and learn. I’m not going to angst over it.
And if you’re wondering why I haven’t been by to visit anyone in the past few days, let me explain. Yesterday, the electric company came out to see why the cable company put in an order for them to lift their line off the cable company line, which may be why my phone is intermittently working.
The electric company wasn’t too happy about coming out, and promptly told me there was no such line touching. And that I needed to get someone out there to trim all those big branches before we got an ice storm. At my expense, of course.
So I’ve made arrangements to have that done. Let the cable company and the electric company duke the problem out.
Then I came inside and my heat was out for the third time in just over a week. The good news is that my son-in-law did a thorough cleaning of the heater (in the attic), and my asthma symptoms are much better.
The bad news is that that wasn’t the problem of why it was going out. So I called a heater company and they fixed some switch. Oh, sweet relief.
Then, within just about fifteen minutes of that being taken care of, after dark, my second new refrigerator goes out. For the second time.
I call the company that made it and finally we got it working. But hey, this is getting beyond ridiculous. So next week they’re sending someone from the actual company to see about it.
Cross your fingers that I get through the weekend without more spoiled food.
This run of strangely bad luck is about to wear me plumb out.
I’m linking to Sherry’s Home Sweet Home, Honey’s Potpourri Party, and Debra’s Vintage Inspiration Friday.