So, I had the house all prepped for demolition. Floors covered, breakable stuff removed, etc. On Monday morning after getting our gigantic dumpster delivered in the back yard, we came in and awkwardly started demolition.
I say awkwardly because the first part of the demo is the weirdest; you're taking something that's whole and functioning and making it ... a disaster. Once you've punched a few holes in the place, continuing on with the destruction is no big deal, but those first few chunks of plaster kind of give you a chill as you pull them down.
No turning back now. Sigh.
Anyway, I got a flyer in my mailbox the night before from some college kids looking for work doing odd jobs, so I called them up and had them come by to help out. Over the course of the week David, Steve, Sean and Andy made the demolition process go a lot faster (I couldn't have done it all myself).
We started in the 'music room' (that little window-y room that sticks off the living room) by tearing down the foam ceiling tiles, and then the ceiling itself. The joists up there looked terrible; lots of water damage.
The next day we carefully removed the trim on the beamed ceilings in the living room so we could pull out the plaster without damaging the woodwork. We came up with an awesome numbering system for remembering which trim piece went where, but now I can't remember it at all and I'm kind of panicked. Grimace.
Toward the end of that day, I backed off of a ladder straight down onto an old nail sticking out of a piece of lathe. Sadly my Ben Shermans didn't do much for protection, and the nail went right into the ball of my foot.
Picture omitted for gross-out-iness reasons.
Not having a clue about the up-to-dateness of my Tenatus shots, I decided we'd done enough for one day and rushed off to my local Target to get a shot. After that, it was straight to the sporting goods store to find a decent pair of shoes with soles that would at least pretend to resist puncture wounds.
We made some fun discoveries, like an old paper wasp nest that I still have nightmares about. And a family of dead rats, or a dead family of rats, or however you want to say it. They were mummified!
You can tell they're rats 'cause of how huge they are!
When we took the ceiling off beneath the bathroom floor, I was delighted to find the toilet drain pipe was corroded through; it had a three inch hole in one section. Good thing we caught that now!
By the time were done, the house was looking completely different:
And we had a gigantic pile of debris to get rid of:
But at least - in a roundabout way - we're making progress.
Check in again next week to find out how much progress we make on the second floor. I promise, no more rat pictures.
This is a post in the Curbly House series! Follow along as we document every step of our complete home makeover, from gutting the walls to putting up the finishing touches. And don't forget to let us know what you think in the comments!