Day 8

The crew has decided it is too pretty outside today to work. They dropped off the tile at 1:00 and are playing hooky. I, however, am left to play in the renovation dust.

P.S. I would like to thank my wonderful partner, Matt for staying out of town during the worst phase of the renovation. I am so glad you have not had to tolerate the jackhammers, chisels, hammers, dust, debris, farts, burps, belly rubs, ass cracks, blocked driveways, footprints, smudges, barking, overflowing trash cans, chemical smells, peeling paper, flying plastic, paint drips, and the overall emotional rollercoaster ride of seeing your home destroyed by strangers. This is so much easier when only one of us is freaking out.

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.