I came home to find our bar dismantled, wrapped in a moving blanket and along with almost everything else we own, stacked against the living room wall. What the *&%$#@!? It’s a beautiful bar, two shelves of elongated kidney shaped glass float on stainless legs, but it must be sold. I’m sad to see it go but we won’t need it any longer when the new bar is built into the cabinetry. It was dismantled with no photo taken. How are we supposed to sell it when we don’t have a decent photo? And what was the rush? We haven’t been able to get a quote on the doors and windows from the supplier and apparently (this was news to us and would have been helpful to know before we packed up our house) there’s no point in starting demo until the windows are days away from delivery. Lewis knew that I wouldn’t want to take it apart yet so he did it while I was at work. We talk several times a day yet no mention of this was made. What the *&%$#@!?
At one point there was a rush to pack things up. In fact, there has been a rush off and on for the last four months. Since I am trying to get things packed and have been very limited on what I’ve been allowed to pack “unsupervised”. Everything is going to the garage, why is it so difficult to part with? And also, I was ready at this point to move the bar inventory upstairs. In fact, the kegerator should probably have beer restocked also! Anyway, I knew the bar had to go so I did it. That’s my explanation!!!!