Meet Alsvik
Yesterday I installed a new faucet on the kitchen sink. His name is Alsvik and he's from Sweden. Now there is one shiny thing in the middle of all this total crap. It's probably pretty premature to get excited about it because I'll have to disconnect everything again when I replace the counter top and remove the cabinets to put down the flooring, but still it's really cool looking. Next I have to replace all the galvanized steel pipe that leads up to the bathroom on the second floor with copper. Also, it's getting about time to do some framing. After I remove the rest of the linoleum I have to build the half wall that'll run next to the stairs and put back the wall the previous owners removed upstairs for the master bedroom.
I met my other neighbors yesterday. They're way cool. Already they're going to give me some blinds for my big living room window. Her daughter is the head of the Woodberry neighborhood association and is going to write a letter to whoever threw all the trash into my dumpster. And last night I heard the distinct sounds of someone playing electric guitar in the basement next door. Specifically, the distinct sounds of Metallica's 'Enter Sandman.' Woodberry rocks!