I’m long used to him brandishing power tools…but I’m pretty sure he was screaming (yes, screaming, not singing) lyrics from “Bad Moon Rising” by CCR…
“Hope you’ve got your things together…hope you’re quite prepared to die…”
I always sing when I work!
This was a job that should have been tackled 50 years ago. Except for the kitchen, the entire house was carefully designed for family, gatherings, and aesthetics. The kitchen was plain, stark, and unwelcoming. This was not an oversight, rather, it was an element of deliberate status assignment.
When we bought a refrigerator we had to remove most of the original door-frame AND take the refrigerator apart just to get it in the room. The only door in the house that is nearly as small as the kitchen door is the door into the “water-closet” (also a room of dubious status in that era) which was installed under the stairs when plumbing was first brought indoors here.
Narration: Plain construction, no decor, and sparse, functional furnishings ruled the day.
Narration: Even the door indicated its status: Very small, lacking any fancy trim.
SFX: BRAPP.. BRAPP.. BRAPP..
Narration: We had to struggle just to get a refrigerator in.
Narration: But our kitchen is to be a friendly, open place.
SFX: BRRRApppRaaaPPPPPaaaAAAAaaaappppPPpaaaa (chainsaw noises)
Carey, Mom: AAAIGH!!
Narration: Besides, I was tired of hitting my head on the door frame.
Daniel: What's up with them?
Mike: Just high-strung I guess.