Then I had some serious cleaning to do. I don't think ever the most Martha Stewart type every take off their countertops to clean under them. At one point I felt a little cut on my thumb and assumed that I had scraped a staple or something--but then my thumb turned the most interesting shade of purple so I suspect that one of the various spiders I was evicting took her revenge on me (no--I didn't go to the doctor--it didn't look like a black widow or brown recluse bite and the purple eventually stopped spreading).
Then we pulled out the stove. In today's parlance: OMG!! Shall we say a bit more cleaning . . .
Finally--cleaned and ready.
Then, in the afternoon, just as it started pouring down rain, the installer arrived. No worries--they set up shop on our front porch, and sure enough, in about an hour we had out new counters. Copper oxide pattern (beautiful and won't show stains)
I did have a bit of a comeuppance. After all, I had been rather proud of myself for being able to squeeze into that 8.5" opening to get to the back corner. As I was wondering if I was going to have to offer my services again for the installation, the 6'7" assistant popped into it like a bunny going down a burrow. Ahem. The 6'7" *lanky* assistant. And young. It was pretty hysterical.
So the new counters are in. And beautiful. But we're not quite done . . . .
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