Contractor Gary called early this am.
"Did you want a disposal?"
"Well, it's not in my bid."
"Um, ok. I know we want one."
So we spoke about that and I learned that in order to re-plumb the area to get the disposal to connect to my sink, it will add an extra $250 to the job. Plus the cost of the disposal. Oy.
I've never had a disposal. I have always lived my adult life in vintage apartment buildings, and in this older home. So I am not sure I understand the magic of it. But I asked my friend at work, and she cried out, "You don't have one?! You HAVE to have one!" Ok. I get that it grinds up the little bits of food from dinner, but I am not sure what the magic is. My better half and I decided that it seems like something a "modern home" has - - like soft-close drawers and, say, an electrical outlet in the bathroom (the only outlet we have in ours I can't reach. Go figure.) - - so we decided to get a disposal. I mean, if Karine is right, we need it.
But seriously. What is the magic? Please tell me.
Unrelated to the disposal business we had an interesting discovery yesterday, which I am still thinking through today:
Underneath the weird, gross, 12" x 12" plastic-y "tile" that the previous homeowner applied to the kitchen floor, Contractor Gary revealed.... hardwoods.
"So, are they.... good?" I asked him.
"Yeah. I mean. You'd need to refinish them."
"Can we do that?"
"Anything is possible. It'll just cost you more."
Which pretty much sounds like the unwritten rule of all matters related to home improvement.
So I know when discussing the floor everyone was hot on hardwoods. So maybe I will do that. I only have until tomorrow to decide. I better get a good night's sleep.
*UPDATE* Oh! And I forgot to add:
When he called me today, he had a question about the sink I ordered. And I told him, "Actually, if you look over on such and such, you will see a BINDER I have with everything related to the project so far... your bid, all my receipts, installation instructions for the sink, specs for the microwave, etc." I think he liked this.
When I returned home tonight, I noticed he left it open. He made notes in it. I love that part. He's actually using it.
Organization pays. (I can't believe my unorganized ass just typed that.)
Photo above? Not Contractor Gary.