We’re home. It’s dusty. Very dusty. Big dirt from the demo came through the walls into the bedrooms… we planned on me returning early this morning to bring the kids right to school so that I could have a few hours to clean before the kids were in the house. (Thank goodness for the IRB- related downtime.)
We are down to one tiny tiny bathroom in the front of the house. Stuff is packed everywhere. Other stuff is in the new section, covered in dust. The washer and dryer (complete with a dent from a falling beam) are still in the gutted section — Paul was reluctant to take these away without being ready to hook them up in the new section. They won’t stay in the new section, he’s just putting together a temporary location.
The next few months of renovation/construction are going to be the worst.
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In the midst of the afternoon cleaning, we were visited by a the-end-is-near type storm. There were a few moments where we paused to listen if we were hearing a tornado, but the real excitement came from the leaks in the new ceiling. From all three skylights. The good news is that Paul investigated and feels that the wind was pushing the layers up and water under (it’s still only the first layer up there) and feels confident that it will be fine… but he’s still checking with the expert guy at the local supplier warehouse tomorrow.
Paul is doing well from the weekend warrior marathon… despite stepping on two nails which went through his shoe and deep into his foot.
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In other more topical news, this completely inappropriate bit of fun had me in stitches.
Melanie | 13-Feb-08 at 9:08 am | Permalink
The whole process sounds positively nightmarish but I’m sure the payoff will be grand. Poor Wombat feet. 🙁