We’ve been doing a lot of work on the house. You’ll remember that last year, while I was going through chemo, I thought it would be a good idea to remove some walls. So I gathered up the tools, changed my clothes, put on a mask, grabbed a sledgehammer and KA-PLOOWY began pounding away at the wall between the kitchen and the dining room. Once I had knocked a hole about the size of a marshmallow in it I announced I was tired and asked The Hub to take over. He then proceeded to work away at the rest of it. My sister helped. I came out of the bedroom occasionally to ask them to keep it down already I was trying to watch Dr. Phil.
Our walls are lath and plaster. Which if you don’t know what that means then thank your lucky stars you’re smart enough to either 1) live in a house built after drywall was invented or 2) not live with someone dumb enough to want to remove walls. Basically it’s about as easy to remove lath and plaster as it is to remove those gunky pricing stickers from glassware. While being attacked by a tiger.
What I’m saying is the lath and plaster doesn’t go quietly.
A friend of mine who has taken out a wall or two mentioned once that removing lath and plaster was “a bit messy”, Last time I ran into him I kicked him in the shins. To say removing lath and plaster walls is a bit messy is like saying your first sexual experience will be a bit awkward. Dust gets everywhere. Plaster is ground into the floors. You are continually questioning yourself and wondering if it will all be worth it. And I’m talking, of course, about the sexual experience here … the walls are even worse.
At the end of chemo in January, we finally completed the project and removed the two walls entirely replacing them with a steel beam. It was a big job. We did it however and were thrilled with the results. The Hub began a 3 month process of cleaning up. Every surface in the house was covered with a fine layer of white. Like someone has turned up the brightness filter. It’s sort of what I imagined everything would look like after a nuclear holocaust – except more hopeless. But The Hub did not give up hope. Systematically he wiped down every surface, vaccummed every nook. Cleaned every cranny. He mopped and remopped and mopped again all over the hardwoods to get them clean and shiny. And along about the time he was starting on the finishing work on the beams, we got a case of the “while we’re at its.”
This is our current Home Sweet Home