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Tearing Out, Post #42
Sep. 26th, 2017 08:32 amConstruction update: M and his son, who is learning the business in hopes of taking over, started tearing out yesterday. (For those of us who've watched Fixer Upper: this is not Demo Day, but Demo Week.)
In advance of that, I toiled Sunday in the unseasonably steamy heat for several hours, trying to go through accumulated crap that I had thrown in the attached garage space and forgotten about. It is remarkably depressing to realize how much shit -- a word I choose deliberately -- was piled up out there, gathering dust and mold. The job was made worse because I still had all the empty boxes from the stuff I'd shipped from my dad's house. I ran out of garbage bins and sacks early on, but bless M, he is throwing the rest of the discards into his dump trailer.
Currently Master Danger is reluctantly accepting the stuff I'm keeping in "his" room (luggage, Christmas decorations, paintings, chair, exercise stuff, stepladder, etc etc). The disorder makes me unbelievably itchy, but we persevere.
The good thing is that M and his son have already made amazing progress, and I am hoping (fingers crossed) that the job might be done before Christmas. Last night, before a last round of discards, I walked through the space opened up and imagined the new rooms to be created from the tearing out. New world in an old house.
What would you like to discard today?
In advance of that, I toiled Sunday in the unseasonably steamy heat for several hours, trying to go through accumulated crap that I had thrown in the attached garage space and forgotten about. It is remarkably depressing to realize how much shit -- a word I choose deliberately -- was piled up out there, gathering dust and mold. The job was made worse because I still had all the empty boxes from the stuff I'd shipped from my dad's house. I ran out of garbage bins and sacks early on, but bless M, he is throwing the rest of the discards into his dump trailer.
Currently Master Danger is reluctantly accepting the stuff I'm keeping in "his" room (luggage, Christmas decorations, paintings, chair, exercise stuff, stepladder, etc etc). The disorder makes me unbelievably itchy, but we persevere.
The good thing is that M and his son have already made amazing progress, and I am hoping (fingers crossed) that the job might be done before Christmas. Last night, before a last round of discards, I walked through the space opened up and imagined the new rooms to be created from the tearing out. New world in an old house.
What would you like to discard today?
