The carpenter talk went well. We like this guy, and he can do big jobs or little jobs, which is a good thing. Jane and I have skills, but we have reached that stage in life that makes crawling under cabinets and hefting heavy objects up at awkward angles involving power saws is just not worth the week of recovery afterward, and the risk of medical bills. We have sent off for material samples—color matching anything online via computer monitor can give you nasty surprises. We may do the floor, which involves a Rubik’s cube of furniture moving (the hutch in the kitchen is the elephant we have to waltz with) but we have a do-able vision of what we want and how we’re going to turn a shotgun kitchen into a kitchen with storage for what normally sits out.