Quote:
Originally Posted by scho63
I purchased a very small but highly suitable home in a retirement community here in AZ at the end of September.
This is the place I have decided will be my final home to live out my life from nearly 62 to whatever time is left.
I began a nearly 90% remodel in November starting with a new hot water heater and all new parts in the external closet after a leak from the old one.
I started at the rear of the home in my bedroom by ripping everything out: built in cabinets, ugly decorative boxes above the window, tore out all old curtains, ripped up rug, expanded closet from slider to walk-in for more storage, changed every light fixture, changed utility closet for washer dryer from behind door to hall, changed plumbing, added 3M whole house water filtration at water meter, brand new bedroom window, electrical changes, custom closet design, new paint, new sheetrock, custom wall design behind bed, new bed, new hanging end tables, new art work, new sconces above night stands, new rug, new washer dryer. .
I have a complete new bath, all new floors, all new kitchen and appliances, all new windows, new porch and stairs and new office shed upcoming.
I hired people for all of it and it takes a shit load of more time than I could have imagined.
Wish I was a craftsman....
|
I will tell you kind of a funny story about the big remodel we did on our Gilbert house years ago. One of the things we did was have our pool redone. One late afternoon, our GC came by and asked if a few of his crew (who were very good but spoke no english) could come over at around 10 to fill in the pool. The next day was a Saturday so I figured he was just getting the green light to come over on the weekend, so I said "no problem" and went about my day. I immediately forgot about the conversation. I'm usually a night owl, but that particular night, I fell asleep early. At around 1030p, my wife wakes me up in a panic, "There is someone in our backyard!", she says. I go and look through the blinds and see a flashlight in my yard. I call 911, grab one of my handguns and wait for the police to arrive while watching the guy in my yard. It's Gilbert and not much happens crime wise so within minutes what seems like the whole police force is in my yard, guns drawn, getting these two dudes out into the street with their hands up. The guys are freaking out because they can't speak English and none of the cops can speak Spanish. Finally, the get a cop who is bilingual and the guys are able to tell him they are workers coming to work on my pool. The GC had meant 10PM that night. So it was fine, but those dudes may have shit themselves. lol. Sorry fellas, my bad.