This past weekend was quiet—a big change from the two previous. I miss the commotion. George and Jacob have decided to start renovations in the laundry room, so I won’t miss it for long. The laundry room was once the kitchen, an add-on years after the home was built. I imagine they had a kitchen separate from the home long ago. Honestly, I don’t know; much of this house is a mystery to me. We have large double doors in the bedrooms. When I say large, I mean it; eight-foot-tall and at least four feet wide. I’m not sure if they are original to the home or not. I can see them being original as they allow for better airflow.
As I am writing this, I can hear plaster falling, no cursing yet! That must mean that things are going well. I’m crossing my fingers that this project is as simple as it should be. So many times in these old houses, things are not always as they appear at first inspection. It needed to be done, the plaster is falling off the walls, and it is impossible to clean. We had planned to do it years ago when we moved in, but like always ran out of time and money. We don’t really have the money to do it now, but we have the time. Once the drywall is up, it will be a challenge to mud since we are using leftover pieces from other projects. That’s a project for the spring and for me. George hates painting and mudding, therefore making those my job.
When we drywalled the bathroom, I was the lucky party who did the mudding. Every time I use the bathroom, I am faced head-on with the fact that my skills are lacking. I will never tape another corner in my life. In fact, I may just texturize everything.That’s what I did in the kitchen, and it turned out well. Our kitchen is a mix of drywall and plaster. George wanted to gut the whole thing and drywall all of it. I, being the penny pincher, wanted to leave the plaster. After all, if it isn’t broken, why fix it. George had his doubts about how it would turn out, and let’s face it, so did I. Somehow, I made it work.
I am happy to announce George has found employment. The job is close to home and, for the most part, 40 hours a week. I’m so thankful he won’t be traveling anymore. I’m still not planning to get up and make breakfast, LOL! Maybe lunch from time to time. If he is lucky, I’ll have coffee on before he does, but I imagine not. He is much better in the mornings than I am. X’s & O’s.
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