Friday night was low key. I'd gotten a call that the factory had set a ship date for July 3 for the new cabinets we'd ordered. So I made plans to being the demolition work for Saturday. After a small dinner, my wife went out with a friend while I hung out not doing much save washing dishes and yakking on the telephone. Rounded out the evening by watching Unbreakable. As usual I really liked the camera work and the pacing of Shyamalan's work. At first I didn't like the plot arc once the patented M. Night twist was revealed. But the longer I ponder it, the more I like it. I found myself fascinated by the main character's secret self-sacrifice that he made for love only to find his marriage in shambles.

Saturday, I began with running, laundry, ripping out cabinetry upstairs and writing an essay inspired by a not-so-recent TheophileEscargot diary. At first I thought my only problem with writing the essay was having packed away Nietzsche. But, once the very good denizens of an unnamed web site pointed out where Nietzsche's corpus lives on teh Intarwebs, I realized that I was undertaking a very ambitious piece that needs more reflection. Apparent similarities are always substantive and it may be that there is no fire below the smoke on this one.

After having ripped up the cabinetry and the floor upstairs, I started on our kitchen, demolishing the cupboards along the wall not by our sink. The sight of me devastating the kitchen with a wrecking bar terrified my wife and scared Miss E who had come over to help out so badly that she changed her mind and helped my wife pack things instead of helping me break things. Eventually Miss E drove my wife out to the store to buy a new drill and some dish-washing machines to be installed alongside the new cabinets.

We went for burritos at Chipotle and discovered they had no quality control. Mine was normal sized. Miss E's was far larger than her head. After she ate half and wrapped the remains in foil, it was still large enough for her to use it for a bowling ball.

After being refueled, I went to remove screws from the floor upstairs with the new drill. It seems that a previous owner at some point screwed down a thin sheet of cedar as an underlayment for putting down tiles. To secure this underlayment, he used deck screws. The widest expanse he left between screws was six inches; most were within three or four inches of each other. In a kitchen that measures less than 80 square feet, I removed well over 100 deck screws.

After showering, I'd wanted to watch Saturday Night Live. NBC was rebroadcasting the very first episode, which featured George Carlin, as a tribute to him after his recent departing of this world. The spirit was willing but the flesh was weak. I fell asleep on the coach with the cool light of the television flickering across my visage.

Sunday greeted my wife and I with sunshine and the divine liturgy. After trying to get a referral for someone who does painting and plaster repair at coffee hour, Xanthippe and I returned home for some puttering around and doing nothing. Then we made the two hour drive down to the Louisville area to visit with a close friend still convalescing from open heart surgery. The visit was very nice. Miss E took over at the wheel of our van for the drive back and I got to take in some of the luxurious scenery of the sun setting over the forests and hills. Driving is so much nicer when I don't have to drive.