What next?!

I stayed home this morning (Thursday) to meet Dave and talk about what's going on. He and his crew arrived a little after 8. They went straight downstairs and started talking about how the day would go, what they would work on before the truck arrived in the afternoon with the CDF (controlled density fill). They're going to build the bracing in the kitchen so we can take a load bearing wall out there. And they'll put in the new post adjusting the joist elevation for the footing that they poured yesterday in the smaller hole under the stairs.

I asked Dave to talk with me about what's going to happen next. I think he's ready to keep working here 'til it's done. The other job that he was going to do this week is in limbo.

My mission now is to clean out my kitchen cupboards--and well, the whole kitchen really--of everything I'd like to keep and keep clean(ish). I made a token trip to Goodwill the other day with a single garbage bag of clothes and a box of dishes. So I've sort of started this task, but I haven't really thrown myself into it in earnest yet. Once I unload my cupboards, my kitchen will be useless and my life will be changed forever. Or at least for several weeks.

It's all going very quickly and while we used a cancer metaphor briefly to describe the digging adventure and the stump, it definitely ends when we start talking about putting it all back together. I have daydreams of a nice bathroom in my basement and possibly even a kitchenette at some point. I'm scared of throwing out all my options--It's how I stop myself from spending money sometimes is I have a vivid notions of buyers remorse before I make a purchase--but I don't think I can figure it out before they want to do the concrete pour. Dave has given me 'til Monday or Tuesday to decide what I want to do about it. I love/need deadlines.