Day 7

I got home late from Ft. Meyers last night. The only thing I noticed before going straight to bed was a fine layer of dust on everything. The plastic is not doing it's job.

 And I got up this morning to find something missing from the bathroom.

Good thing we have a privacy fence. 

                                            

They arrived early today to work on the floors again. Chiseling, hammering, scraping, repeat. Over and over and over. All day long.
The island is gone. And so is my patience.



Lesson learned: Make sure you get a final estimate on installation BEFORE they break up your existing floor.

Day 6:

Hell Day has arrived. Deconstruction has begun. They started tearing out the tile on the floor at 8:00 am this morning. It sounds like a dentist working at 140 decibels. Drilling and hammering and drilling and hammering. Interrupted by the occasional burping and farting. Yes, burping and farting. Evidently all that chiseling loosens up body gas.

Lesson learned: tell the contractors not to eat Mexican food before chiseling out your floors. Stinky!

I'm leaving town!