We’re finally in the middle of our kitchen redo and things are a mess. I’ve got the RV kitchen to use of course, and save for the fact of running back and forth between the two places in 110 degree heat, I am thankful for it! Marc is working this in between some other jobs so when it will actually be done is anyone’s guess. We hope the countertop tile can be laid as of today but the more-intricate and difficult backsplash tile will be awhile yet.
After building the new enclosure for the dishwasher Marc did get the harlequin-pattered end cap tile finished on Friday and it came out very unique and different. My counter tile will be a combination of the two colors as well but with six inch tile. The predominant color will be the palomino with the buff color dropped in randomly and occasionally. Unfortunately the first dishwasher we purchased, a GE, ended up not working properly so we had to make a trip to Home Depot for a replacement on Friday which won’t arrive until Tuesday. I opted for a Maytag this time around; more money of course.
Our temperatures this past week actually moderated a tad; at least some of the early mornings were bearable although the week started with very high humidity at 70%. Looking ahead to this week though, we will be fairly consistent at about 109 most of the time. High electricity bills due to air conditioning are just a given this time of year so it sure hurts to pay the bill. Our a/c units haven’t shut down in weeks and months, running continuously, even in the RV.
The only other news of note is that our next-door neighbors had the fire department out upon discovery of a four foot rattlesnake which crawled beneath their manufactured home. Fire department personnel refused to crawl in after it—no surprise, so we now watch a little more carefully where we step as we traverse our lot with its myriad places for a snake to hide. It was surprising to us a snake would come onto that lot since they have a small dog but they also leave dog food out which probably attracts rodents. I know it attracts grackles every morning who hop around with chunks in their beaks. Of course, if it happens to show up on our lot there will be no calling the fire department on this end; we’ll serve up western justice of our own ilk at the end of a double barrel.
Just one more thing to put up with in a desert summer.