Nearly 15 years ago (what? How can that be?), we lived in a home built in 1905. Unfortunately, someone along the way put in a hideous late 1980s/early 1990s kitchen that not only took up all the floor space but also created a complete choke point between the dishwasher, sink and trash compactor. Why anyone thought they needed a trash compactor was beyond both of us but there it was, in all its smelly glory in the middle of the stupidest peninsula in the world:
See how cramped that kitchen looked?
I moaned and groaned and complained about that kitchen from the very beginning—I hated that peninsula and the trash compactor and the ugly light oak trim on jade green counters.
In late 2005, I ended up having major surgery and while doped up on prescription pain meds, I told Kent I wanted that peninsula GONE. He asked if I were sure about that, could I live without the extra storage and countertop? Hell YES I could. So he fired up his circular saw and took that sucker out.
We lived with it that way for about year and then ended up renovating our kitchen shortly before we moved to Boston. The only thing that bugged me about that process was how little time we got to enjoy that kitchen before we moved.
Flash forward to this house—the yard is a lot to handle. The previous owner and her parents (who owned the house before she did) planted a ton of trees.
As is often the case, they forgot that a tiny oak tree which looks great right by the patio will end up destroying the house’s foundation.
And they forgot that all those trees would end up creating a shade canopy that doesn’t let anything else grow properly, not even the trees.
So it all started with us deciding this problem was more than we could handle. So we wrote two checks, one for plant removal and one to take out a tree, and got these results:
Ahhhhmazing.
Then just yesterday, I noticed that our gigantic, planted in probably 1957 gum ball tree lost a huge limb in last week’s storms. We’re lucky it didn’t damage our garage roof. So we called the same tree guys back again.
Long story short, we’re having them take out about seven trees. It will take a few days for them to get all the trees done but in the meantime, this photo shows a glimpse of the sunshine yet to come.
See how cramped that kitchen looked?
I moaned and groaned and complained about that kitchen from the very beginning—I hated that peninsula and the trash compactor and the ugly light oak trim on jade green counters.
In late 2005, I ended up having major surgery and while doped up on prescription pain meds, I told Kent I wanted that peninsula GONE. He asked if I were sure about that, could I live without the extra storage and countertop? Hell YES I could. So he fired up his circular saw and took that sucker out.
Flash forward to this house—the yard is a lot to handle. The previous owner and her parents (who owned the house before she did) planted a ton of trees.
As is often the case, they forgot that a tiny oak tree which looks great right by the patio will end up destroying the house’s foundation.
And they forgot that all those trees would end up creating a shade canopy that doesn’t let anything else grow properly, not even the trees.
So it all started with us deciding this problem was more than we could handle. So we wrote two checks, one for plant removal and one to take out a tree, and got these results:
Ahhhhmazing.
Then just yesterday, I noticed that our gigantic, planted in probably 1957 gum ball tree lost a huge limb in last week’s storms. We’re lucky it didn’t damage our garage roof. So we called the same tree guys back again.
Long story short, we’re having them take out about seven trees. It will take a few days for them to get all the trees done but in the meantime, this photo shows a glimpse of the sunshine yet to come.
2 comments:
It's nice that your husband is still interested in home improvement projects. Mine is just coasting...
Ha! We're doing this because he will only mow the yard, no weeding etc. I couldn't do anything last year w/ my broken pelvis, or this year w/ stupid breast cancer. Our yard, frankly, was a wild insane jungle. So we wrote checks.
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