The fridge was in a strange peninsula built out right across the middle of the floor, which made the whole kitchen seem closed in and dark. (Alleviated only very slightly by an odd gap between the top and bottom cabinets. Hi Mum!) We knew that had to go. The grimy storage space in the peninsula was definitely not worth it.
Dad broke out his Sawzall and the fun began!
Brother does love to be destructive.
And then, at long last:
It was like an archaeological excavation. Layers and layers, dating back finally to plywood from 1965. Hooray! We've hit bottom!
We pried out a couple more cabinets, and by that time we were getting tired. There's only so much work you can do while sitting down. But it was a job well done, all around! Next project: pull out the subfloor all the way down to that first layer of plywood. Go team!
--Lily
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