Check the title. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”

This was the theme of the day this past Sunday.

Sunday’s work actually started late Saturday with a trip to the big orange hardware store–my home away from home. Many of the staff at HD now know me by first name, some know my first and last name, and just about all of them give me a knowing nod whenever I walk by. It’s a dubious honor, one earned by singlehandedly boosting Home Depot’s quarterly earnings.

Back to Sunday. We needed to get an early start because the people installing our counters requested a Sunday appointment and we had some work to do on the cabinets in preparation. So we were at the house at oh dark thirty, and covered in sawdust by oh dark forty. All good stuff.

Of course 30 minutes before our appointment the installers called to cancel. Evidently they had a conflict so rescheduled for Monday instead. Of course Monday was scheduled for a final sealing the concrete floors. Cue it: “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Oh well, on to more cabinet work. This generally makes me happy. But there we were,  working away with my trusty and bulletproof Bosch router. After a bunch of passes we went to switch on said router and nothing happened. Broken. Bad switch? Who knows. Irritating. Routers are the simplest power tools on earth. Really. A good one will last a lifetime. And I have a really fancy one. It even has maple handles. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Oh well, it was time to move onto something different. So we picked up my trusty, 10-year old circular saw to make some long cuts on Beech countertops. The battle continued. I couldn’t cut straight, and wasn’t even hung over. Yep, the circular saw was broken too. The second-simplest power tool in my arsenal. Also broken. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

So off to my home away from home. Bob said hi on my way in the front door. Nice guy. I bought what’s turned out to be the sweetest circular saw I’ve ever used, a Makita 5007MG.

On the way home, keep in mind on a Sunday, I got stuck in a traffic jam. In Spokane. Seriously? Yes, seriously. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Finally, back at home I made a few cuts with the new saw. Awesome. Progress. Amazing saw. Happy.

Then my dad gave the saw a try. Now, keep in mind that he’s a cabinet maker. He’s made more cuts with more saws then you can count.

But…cutting out the range opening in a seven foot piece of Beech countertop somehow–and I’m not sure what happened–all of the sudden the saw practically flies out of his hand. It had kicked back, and as a result made a big gouge on the surface of the wood.

I was done. No exclamation. No anger. Nothing.

We grabbed a piece of extra beech, cut the perfect size wedge, slid it in with wood glue and sawdust and fixed the mistake. I bet you won’t be able to find the “character” mark.

My phone buzzed. It was Scott McSpadden. He wanted to know if we needed some pro-bono help. On a Sunday. “You’ve got to be kidding me! Of course.” We worked away, new blood at the site instantly lifting the mood.

Then we walked inside, where the kitchen cabinets were assembled in place, their multiple coats of CAB lacquer glowing under the new lighting. Amazing. I took a look around and everything was spectacular. “You’ve got to be kidding me! This is incredible.”

Five minutes later a good friend called to ask if he and his wife could stop by. Sure. 20 minutes later G and K walked in with a cooler filled with ice cold IPA and white wine. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” Delicious. And very cool friends.

Then, we hung out in our kitchen, watching the sun lower in the sky casting these crazy shadows throughout the rooms.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!”

Pretty soon, we’re going to live here.