More Plumbing Trim & Appilances

We are very happy with the new appliances and plumbing fixtures. They look nice and have a solid feel to them. The additional cost was well worth it and was not much in the grand scheme of things. Something that you use everyday should be sturdy and satisfying.

The range/oven and the refrigerator were purchased at the Sears Outlet on Cass Ave. Alison felt it was like shopping for a Christmas tree. It's true. You have to look for a long time to find the right tree. All of the appilances in this store are damaged in some way. Can you find it?

Trim Plumbing + Appliances

We are nearing the end. And not too soon, I say. This has been a battle which I was not expecting. The weather delayed the septic installation by months.

While extremely rewarding, and I'll do it again (if I have to), I think there has to be a better way . . . . I face the Dupage county inspector on Monday, 5/14/07. We'll see if he defines "furnishing" the same way I do.

The next blog entry will be as occupants to 5815 Lee Ave.

The Kitchen

The Powder Room

The Master Bath

Master Bath Shower

The #$%! House

Natives Get Restless

Mom and Dad have put us up in their home in Burr Ridge while we wait for operational septic and getting our certificate of occupancy.

The Beave Stands Watch

Be careful. The Beave stands watch. The Beave has stood watch over multi-millon dollar projects. He has stood strong and still in the most fabled of construction trailers. He watched as his fallen comrades took their places on the walls of 6112 W. Grand Avenue in Gurnee. Or perhaps with the Motor City Orphans in Auburn Hills, MI. For the Beave, this job is a mere footnote to his exciting career. But, he takes his job seriously and several intruders have experienced his wrath. He has the uncanny ability to "scare" those who enter. Some think he is a rat or even a squirrel. "How could such an animal be in a place like this", the victim shrieks. Actually, the recordings are " . . . what the hell is that!", but the Beave knows what they are thinking . . . .