our house is a construction zone. half of our life is in a “Pod” in the driveway and the other half (including us) is crammed into my little office/spare bedroom upstairs. this is where i spend my time, working and listening to sanders, hammers, blaring music sung to in spanish, serbian and english. sometimes they sing a different song than the one on the boombox, but always in a different language. it’s kinda cute and crazy and maybe just a little confusing.
so…i thought, well, since i’m stuck up here, i’d share the pain. if only you could taste the sawdust and drywall compound, it would make the experience complete.
i took some pictures of the before stuff. i’ll be posting more as the work progresses.
that is if i live.
here’s the living room, stripped down and ready to be primed for paint.
and all the stuff that used to make the kitchen go is…
is on the table in the sunroom. the lizard and birds are very unhappy with the intrusion.
the bedroom…waiting for both a new ceiling and a good floor refinishing. loki is unhappy with the latest stupid human tricks.
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6 responses to “just sharing the pain”
I feel your pain. Having fixed up one house (that required taking 2 rooms down to the studs) and another that required lots of new windows, I can still taste spackle 🙂
Yes, it goes worse before it gets better. keep your eye on the end result.
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oyes…the taste of spackle, the scent of sawdust. i can feel my lungs clogging as i type.
the end is near, very near. the color in the living room is working. i’m very pleased. can’t wait to see how the kitchen color works out. the backsplash is wonderful. makes me want to do the counter NOW, but $$ say later. is ok. i can wait. patience is a practive, no?
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tonight we get our living room back.
tomorrow we get our kitchen back.
the badroom is progressing splendidly.
it’s all ok.
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yes, love…it’s all good.
*smooches*
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so… ALMOST back.
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Feeling your pain
Having both been there and done that (twice in the last year), I have a couple of recommendations. First, when the going gets tough, get thee to a nice hotel for a wekeend away from the dust. Second, when it’s done and you have at least the bones of your stuff back where you want it, treat yourself to a good cleaning service. It’s a trivial expense after everything else, and your back (and sinuses and lungs and psyche) will thank you for it. Oh — and don’t forget to replace your air filters (or clean them if you have that kind).
BIG HUGS!
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