We’re coming down to the final steps in our home renovation process and everyday seems like a week. Especially the days when its hard to tell what has been done. Friday they did come in and finish the cabinetry (there was one upper that was too large on the first pass and there was some additional molding to be done) and built the bench in the shower (you know, in case we get tired while showering).

Today we should see progress on the tile in the bathroom and I think the hood should be put up over the stove. Last week the contractor said we should be done by the end of this week, but I highly doubt that, seeing how Friday was the only day anyone worked last week.

We had Brinks come out to reinstall our alarm system (for which we’ve been paying during construction (they reimburse for 2 months, but that’s it)). Our first attempt to have them reinstall it went from bad to worse because apparently they don’t like to install them in the front wall of houses because of the likelihood of the flexible drill bit going through the exterior of the house.  The preferable location really is the front wall so the guy said, if he could drill a hole halfway down the wall (supposedly where the fireblock was), that he’d be able to get the wire down to the basement. Not only did the drill bit punch through our siding, twice, but he was also unable to get through the fireblock. We asked him to leave because we had our 80′s party to get to and he left with no progress and one significant hole in our new paint job.

Sooo, Saturday morning they sent out two installers, both of whom seemed more capable and creative than the first guy, to see if we couldn’t find another solution. Long story short, they ended up installing it on the hallway wall above our new light switch. The wires were run up (instead of down) into the attic, over to the closet, down through the closet into the crawlspace, and back to the power box. Granted, it wasn’t a simple solution, but should’ve been something that the first guy at least suggested. He didn’t even want to consider the attic when Jason brought it up the first time.  Anyway, our home is now resecured, which is good since all of our new stuff will soon be in place.

Well, we made it through our skydiving adventure and have videos to prove it.

The skydiving place was a little further out than we thought it would be, so we were a little worried that being late would cause trouble. They were very laid back though and said we’d have a shorter wait time before our scheduled jump since we arrived a little later.

It really wasn’t all that scary, really. I never once felt like my life was in danger and I definitely was not as frightened as when we swam with sharks in the Bahamas. We opted to go with the higher jump, 14,000 ft, so we could free fall for 8,000. I don’t know if I would’ve been able to tell the difference, but the free fall was definitely the most overwhelming part. It was a little hard to breathe, mostly because of the speed of the air entering my mouth, and I’m sure the fact that I’d just jumped out of a plane had something to do with it. It didn’t really feel like I was falling, more like I was flying. It was pretty awesome. If I had to do it over again, I’d make sure to have “better form” and I’d wear something that covered my arms. It was pretty chilly up there, plus the wind speed does awful things to skin on video.

On Sunday, our actual anniversary, we did attempt to eat the top part of our wedding cake, which has been in our freezer since the wedding. Let’s just say it tasted like…freezer. It was pretty nasty. I’d heard it might be, and it was. We should’ve stored it in something airtight, but didn’t. Oh well. It was fun to take part in the tradition, but we only ate enough to say we ate some of it.