You up to date on your tetanus shot? Wearing shoes? Good. Come on in.
'Cause yesterday was our first official day to get to work on our "other" house. And I have been chomping at the bit to get all up in this house's biz-nis. I've been dreaming about it-- planning, scheming, scheduling, arranging--
'S all I can think about.
(Really, REALLY crappy before shot.)
You know, I'm feeling a lot of conflicting emotions about this situation. Taking on an entire house is extremely overwhelming. But then you get one thing done, and you cheer the small victory, and you work a little harder.
And then you get stopped again.
With, oh, say, two layers of vinyl flooring and a piece of particle board, glued down with like, liquid nails. That's somewhat daunting.
Houses are just a lot of work, man. And then, when you feel like you've got the inside of your house how you like it, there's still the outside to mess with. And then by that time, it's time to update the inside. It's a sick, sick pattern. Sick.
Let me share what we got done in a day.
Flooring removed. Carpet, carpet pad, all those teensy little annoying staples, most of the tack strips, broken tile, old appliances, an old vanity, that double layer of vinyl flooring. . .
all gonzo. Toilet's out. Wallpaper border only 10% out (just wait 'til I remember to bring my steamer, then it is on. . . )
Ceiling painted. Check.
Brand spankin' new water heater installed. Check, check.
Totally full garage of move out garbage removed: triple check.
Family room and kitchen area mostly painted. . . mostly. Ish.
Hey, it was only a 10 hour period, okay? I'm not a machine!
I don't know how long this will take me. In my head, I'll be done by the end of the week. Whilst surviving on pizza and donuts.
But you know what I do know? I think I'm going to love love this house when all is said and done. I want whomever buys this house to love love this house when we are through working it over.
The bones of it are good, 'n that's all that matters. Everything else is just paint and carpet. With some appliances 'n stuff thrown in there for good measure.
Don't worry-- I took the cooler cover off that ceiling so as not to paint it with the ceiling itself.
But what I am worried about, is the noise coming from above. Something's up there, people. And it's feeding. And I am freaked. I imagine a squirrel landing on my face while I work. Whatever it is, be it squirrel, bird, raccoon, or zombie with a taste for human flesh, it's getting out of there.
But I'm not going to be the one to do it.