Even with both the fridge doors and the dining room door removed, the fridge -barely- fit through the doorway. At first, Ken and I attempted to slide that monstrosity of a fridge through but it was so slanted and even a fraction of an inch made it hit the door jam. This caused one of our more heated & spirited conversations. So I suggested that we 1) use a dolly to tilt it on a diagonal and 2) call Ian from across the street who would be much better able (read: strong enough) to help Ken guide this huge thing through a narrow doorway on a dolly. Lucky for us, Ian & the dolly were a tremendous help and all was well again in the Moore/Sakai household.
(Temp kitchen--isn't it sweet?)
Demolition of these cabinets begins on Tuesday and believe me I cannot wait to be rid of them and that gawd-awful tile counter. However tomorrow, Ken will need to spend some quality time disconnecting the disposal & faucet and then unseal the sink from the counter and lift it out.
Oliver has been traumatized all day by the packing, moving of appliances and sopping up of water that squirted all over the floor from the waterline formerly attached to the fridge. I'm guessing he thinks we're all moving again. (Oh no, this is much worse.) We aren't exactly sure how he's going to deal with this. I think we may have to keep him sequestered down in the basement while workers are here which effectively denies him access to the outside via the cat door. Poor guy. Below he helps me illustrate the shocking truth about the color the floor used to be back in the 30's (yeah the 1930's when this house was built). Also the horror of what had been lurking beneath the fridge was so disgusting. Let's just say it was a demon spawn of cat hair, dust bunnies, nutshells and general filth. I did not take a picture of it because an image of it is already burned onto my soul.