While sitting out on my porch Wednesday morning in the brilliant sunshine my ears perked up as they heard a steady beep, beep, beep. What could that be I wondered? Then, because I'm smart like that, I figured it was a truck backing up. Wait a minute, a truck backing up? BACKING up my half-mile long and narrow driveway??
Yes, indeedy - man did they have nerves of steel or what! As the beeping got louder and louder I finally saw the truck being guided slowly and carefully by one of the delivery men who was walking behind the truck. I was astounded by their dexterity! As the driver hopped out of the truck he said "you shore like your privacy don't ya?" Aye-yup I do!
That was as far as the truck was going. They made the rest of the journey trundling each appliance over to the house with a dolly. They had no trouble at all getting the stove into the kitchen. Turning it sideways it fit easily through the back doorway. The fridge however was another kettle of fish altogether.
Being 30" by 30" turning it sideways didn't make one bit of difference! They measured the fridge, they measured the back door - the fridge was too wide by half an inch. So they measured the front door and it was just barely wide enough. Without complaining they got to work and took off the front door - they needed every millimeter they could get. These guys were pros! They squeezed that fridge through the door with just enough room on each side for a piece of paper...maybe...and...
SUCCESS!! I am now the proud owner of a truly PEI kitchen! That is the fridge is in the dining room which islanders call the kitchen. The stove, on the other hand, is in the kitchen, otherwise known by islanders as the "pantry". I thought it would be a little strange but it didn't take any getting used to at all. Though I do have plans to open up the "pantry" so that both rooms flow together as one.