And the WALL came a tumblin' down
Rather than spend the weekend scratching our heads we decided to do something. Often in renovation there is a phenomenon whereby you need to have a progress fix. Things are muttering along just fine and all of your energy is being put into something like cleaning cracks in between tile behind the toilet with a toothbrush, sweat dripping from your brow, when suddenly you need a "progress fix!!" Something to show for your toil. Quick!
Our progress fix this weekend involved tearing out the glass beee-yute of a wall which seperate our kitchen from our future dining room (we have a lot of futures here) This is a pretty wall, a strange wall, a yellow wall, a wall that evokes comment: "hmm interesting"..."amazing"..."I love that little wall"..."why is that wall thingy there?" ..."didn't ya'll tear that thing out yet?" You get the idea. Some loved the wall & some (most) hated it. We were of the mindset of the latter group. Hated it. It's gone.
The dust that rained out from between the cracks was black. The usual black with a mix of powdery mortar. It's still in the air. Cough. Cough. Cough.
We left the attached ceiling part intact for the week because we we're too tired to do the whole project. And besides it would have possibly killed us to have that much dust escaping into our environment. S did brazenly saw a hole in the ceiling "just to see" what we'd be up against. Now we have a plastic skylight of sorts in our future dining room. Humor...argh.
Alas, we cancelled the dinner invitees for this coming Saturday night. We're eager to finish the mess. It would have been difficult, ...uhhh crazy...no wait try IMPOSSIBLE to entertain the witty P and his charming wife C in the aftermath of what will rain down on Saturday when we tear out the ceiling.
This is one of the last of our tear outs!!! A wave of nostalgia is creeping over me as I think back to our first tap-tap of the old attic wall. What a long, strange trip it's been, sledgehammer poised in blistered hand.
Our progress fix this weekend involved tearing out the glass beee-yute of a wall which seperate our kitchen from our future dining room (we have a lot of futures here) This is a pretty wall, a strange wall, a yellow wall, a wall that evokes comment: "hmm interesting"..."amazing"..."I love that little wall"..."why is that wall thingy there?" ..."didn't ya'll tear that thing out yet?" You get the idea. Some loved the wall & some (most) hated it. We were of the mindset of the latter group. Hated it. It's gone.
The dust that rained out from between the cracks was black. The usual black with a mix of powdery mortar. It's still in the air. Cough. Cough. Cough.
We left the attached ceiling part intact for the week because we we're too tired to do the whole project. And besides it would have possibly killed us to have that much dust escaping into our environment. S did brazenly saw a hole in the ceiling "just to see" what we'd be up against. Now we have a plastic skylight of sorts in our future dining room. Humor...argh.
Alas, we cancelled the dinner invitees for this coming Saturday night. We're eager to finish the mess. It would have been difficult, ...uhhh crazy...no wait try IMPOSSIBLE to entertain the witty P and his charming wife C in the aftermath of what will rain down on Saturday when we tear out the ceiling.
This is one of the last of our tear outs!!! A wave of nostalgia is creeping over me as I think back to our first tap-tap of the old attic wall. What a long, strange trip it's been, sledgehammer poised in blistered hand.
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