A Nap Interrupted and an Oven Wrestled to the Ground

Late Friday afternoon the phone rang waking me from a power nap.  A little groggy, I answered the phone to find it was the counter top fabricator.  His great news was he will be here this Monday morning to install the counters in my kitchen!  Yeah!!!!! That means everything else will fall (not literally I hope) into place. 

The Tile Floor Finally Finished and Grouted

I Am Liking the Floor

The counter will have the sink mounted on the underneath side.  The cook top, now in a box in the garage, can be installed on top of the counter.  Once the sink is attached to the plumbing, the dishwasher can be hooked up again. These things all have to happen in a certain order to work.   I am truly excited!!!

Space for the Dishwasher

Space for the Cook Top

Sometime during this process the 300 pound double oven will be hauled in from the garage and maneuvered into place.  Getting that thing into the garage was a real adventure.  The contractor, Tod Carroll, offered to pick it up from Sears in his truck.  This was great because the 5 foot tall package would not have fit in our small truck or the SUV.  Tod arrived with the tall cardboard clad oven standing in the bed of his truck and backed the truck to the garage door.  All we needed to do was get this 300 pound box from his truck into the garage. 

300 Pound Package in Garage

What the Oven Is Supposed to Look  Like

Patty, Tod’s wife, and I climbed up into the truck and began inching the oven toward the edge of the bed. We are both women of action.  Patty teaches Family and Consumer Science at Arcanum High School.  Meanwhile my husband, Jim, and Tod discussed how they were going to lift this thing down from the bed of truck without breaking themselves or the oven.

Several years ago Jim purchased some aluminum ramps. The purpose for these is still a mystery.  But I thought about these and wondered if he knew where they were located.  I ask whether they could be used to create a ramp to slide the oven down rather than trying to lift such a big carton.  (I had visions of the two men in traction with multiple trips to the physical therapist.) Miraculously Jim not only knew where they were, but produced them in less than 30 seconds. (If you knew what our garage looks like, you too would be amazed.)

Within minutes the ramps were in place, and Patty and I pushed the boxed oven to the edge of the truck bed. The men steadied the box allowing it to slide down the ramp.  Then they walked the box into place inside the garage.

I’m not worried about getting the oven from the garage to the kitchen. There should be several men around for wrestling the oven into place.  I’m just envisioning a finished kitchen and a house put back in order.

I love it when a plan comes together, don’t you?  Hope I wasn’t dreaming about that phone call!