Picture of the kitchen. The fridge, I'm not kidding, fitted so narrowly through the door that it scraped a bit of paint. And that was with the door removed.
The fridge, the gas stove, the under-cabinet/over-stove microwave, and dishwasher are all brand new, as is the sink faucet.
The fridge, the gas stove, the under-cabinet/over-stove microwave, and dishwasher are all brand new, as is the sink faucet.
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When we moved my mom out of the house I grew up in, her new condo came with a brand-new fridge. I would have taken her old Amana, but it was exactly 3/4" to wide for my kitchen, absolutely no flexibility. I had to buy a brand new one, and my sister sold Mom's old one on Craig's list.
Does it have a garbage disposal? It must; they were invented in NYC. I'd kill for one, but I can't have one here.
Does it have a garbage disposal? It must; they were invented in NYC. I'd kill for one, but I can't have one here.
At least around here, garbage disposal are starting to become undesirable; more emphasis on composting and less about having the building's plumbing clogged by whatever gets downed the sink. My place has one (original from the 1980s), but the remodels that the new owners are doing I don't believe are including them.
They have been outlawed in my town, when we rebuilt the house after the fire, the new kitchen sink didn't have one, and the builder said he wasn't allowed to put one in. So now we throw the scraps out into the swamp out back. We had tried to do composting, but gave up after the local wildlife kept breaking in to the thing to eat the contents.
Yah. it's funny how the tree-huggers largely are creatures of the cities and inner suburbs. Their experience with nature, outside of carefully choreographed 'nature encounters', television, and zoos, is mostly with cats, dogs, mice, rats, and roaches. But they are sure that they know what's best for for the rest of us, and are willing to make us live up to their standards of behavior with threats of prison and fines.
The treeline starts at the rear margin of my yard. It's a rare day I don't see deer or wild turkeys. Blue jays, crows and hawks vie for air superiority. The ground is frequently carpeted with squirrels. If I walk across the street, I'm in the deep woods. And city folk tell me I live in the 'burbs, not the real woods.
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