Good, old trailer living days:
At least from blogging. There was no point in blogging one more day on demolition, and I was soooo over it. So, I refused to write anything until I could open a new chapter in this blog…Specifically “Framing”.
If you noticed from some of the recent pics, a little bit of framing has already taken place. The new front entry is built. Where the stairs are going to be is in place. However, there was still a whole lot of old stuff that had to be removed to make way for the new stuff (and yes, stuff has become the technical term).
Though there are still a few tiny scraps of drywall that will eventually need to be torn down, I refuse to address them anymore, because now we are building people!
Trusses are up! And we are so grateful for all of our friends who showed up and helped lift them into place. No matter what was going on in their lives (just got back from the dentist with a half numb face or on his way out of town for a week) they dropped it all.
Then at the end of the day, as the sun began to set over our house we enjoyed a nice long beer break with the people that matter most in our lives.
This very act made me remember how it must’ve been 60+ years ago when Mike’s Grandpa added a second story to his house and all his neighbors were the only subcontractors who helped him do it. It’s a great feeling.
I wish. Then I wouldn’t have spent three days working on it. My gawd it’s awful work. I would never be a roofer. It’s hot, and I don’t mean just the air around you, but physically the asphalt shingles will burn your skin. The good news is, I got a great tan, the bad news is, well there is just waaaay too much bad news. Tan lines, broken lights, finding out the past owners connected copper to galvanized fittings, I’m sure there’s a bunch more. Plus one of our friends fell off the roof and had to go to the ER for stitches.
Basically three days of back breaking work in the (ridiculously) hot sun and we still have almost half of our trusses still on the roof that need to come down.
I feel like I should be wearing one of those shirts that says something witty like, “I’ve been to hell and back and all I got was this stupid shirt”. Because we thought it would take us one day of work to be where we are right now. And all I can say is I am so thankful that I go to work today (so does Mike). My real job suddenly feels like Christmas.
I can’t ignore that we did make some progress. Our new floor trusses get delivered this Friday and we are (mostly) ready for them. Slow progress is still progress (I read that on someone’s Facebook once – of course it was about working out at the gym).
What you don’t see in the pic above is Mike. I cropped him out because the look on his face was priceless: a mashup of pain and disbelief.
Yeah, we are in the thick of it now people. There’s no turning back.
Here’s a pic showing the trusses, plywood, and plumbing we removed over the garage. In case you’re curious, all the plumbing, gas lines, ducting and electrical had to be pulled back. We will re-run all of those once the house is framed.
The mantra I keep telling myself is this is the last of the demo. Once this is done everything else will be a straight build.
The day started like any other day, Mike and I rolling out of bed a little bit later than we should have, stumbling around the house like hungry zombies until we got our morning coffee pouring through our veins. However, in the air was something different, it held a hint of anticipation muddled with fear…blah blah blah and that is how I would start my great memoir should I ever write one. But this is a blog, enough with the wordy wordy stuff.
Mike wanted to start demoing in our bathroom, I (nicely) told him that was crazy and he should start demoing somewhere that we don’t utilize everyotherhouroftheday. He agreed and we began tearing off the drywall in the garage.
You like that beverage jar? I got it at Costco.
You can say it, Mike and I may be procrastinators.
Pretty awesome night light, right? It’s daylight showing through the outlet since we have no exterior wall.
We also have blackout curtains in our bedroom. Did I mention we may be procrastinators?
That was the last night we slept inside our house. Why? Because we have no front door, no air, and no hot water. We are now sleeping in the trailer. Yay.
Day 2, 3 and 4 of demo all felt pretty much the same. We tore drywall off of walls, pulled out insulation, cut/jack-hammered out foundations. On day 5 Mike and I both had to go to our real jobs. It was like a vacation. No joke. Day 6 Mike was still at work and I was at home and somewhere along the way I had promised to make this:
I must be crazy, that stuff was freaking heavy.
Day 7 Mike came home and he started drilling. And that marked the end of the demo. Now we are digging ditches and building forms.
It’s happening people! This sh*t is real.