Aside from ironing some fabric for cutting out tomorrow (I hope but realize it is an "iffy" possibility at best), our day was primarily taken up by watching our new-but-not-completed-kitchen-renovation come a stop closer to completion.
Today the quartz counter tops were installed. It really is amazing. First of all, the tops were cut in Syracuse according to the measurements taken earlier, and I realize there is nothing unusual in that although the technology to take those measurements is astounding. They arrived in a truck (of course) and were carried in by two men who clearly had done that before. There was no wasted time trying to figure out the best way to get them in the house.
I admit that at the point the counter tops were to be carried in, I went upstairs. Okay, of course I worry about our home and possessions and how things could get broken during the manhandling of many, many pound of quartz, but I am always very concerned about the welfare of the men who have to "tote that bale". How easily they could get very hurt! I am squeamish about that and frantic about not knowing how to help them (besides calling 911) if that should happen. So I hide.
Good news; no one was hurt and the counter tops were put in place. However, some pieces did not stay where they belonged for long. Once the men knew that all was right with the fit of some pieces, they took them off so they could drill the holes for the faucets (kitchen and bathroom). That they did in our driveway, and it took very little time with the kind of saws they have. While interesting, that was not as riveting as watching them "marry" two pieces in such a way that the seam is not apparent unless one really knows both where it is and what to look for. It took time to accomplish but again, no where near as long as I thought it would.
All told, the entire process took about three hours. And oh, do we love how it looks!
Next the back splash, then the final fiddly bits, and then all will be done (okay, except for the putting everything away and cleaning parts . . .).