Dolores is interviewing contractors for the upcoming renovation of her new apartment in the Bronx. She needs a paint job, new kitchen cabinets and a floor. Specifically, she is planning to install a floating floor, which consists of glued-together laminate that, as the name suggests, floats as a unit over what's beneath it—in this case, concrete and linoleum. I'm trying to convince her to extend the flooring into the kitchen, although she seems to have a bias towards the more-familiar tile. She has no idea what this is going to cost as she still has no idea what the square footage of her just purchased place is. Brother.
In any case, I'm looking forward to sitting on her terrace overlooking all of Manhattan and, directly beneath, Yankee Stadium. Not to mention busting out those old cabinets.
FLoating floors? Make sure the subfloor is intact...
ReplyDeleteas crashing might happen.
So, if it weren't for Miss Surf City I wouldn't even be pondering floating floors in the South Bronx. Very few people change your life for the better - Miss Claudia Glen Dowling is one of them. (OK, I may feel differently after epxeriencing Home Depot hell for a few weeks.) Just kidding. Gracias, Claude - if it weren't for you, I'd still be stuck in this God-forsaken state where they have a city called Lynchburg and confederate flags are more common than Civil War re-enactments, and there are plenty of those.
ReplyDeleteCan't wait to see all those Puerto Rican flags hanging from the windows in my new neighborhood.
Que bonita bandera!
It was selfish: I'm looking forward to those terrace bbq's.
ReplyDelete