The house is now structurally sound with the combine efforts for my old man and I. Although my big dreams of heavy exposed beams did not come true, I am very exited about casing the construction grade lumber to better suit the future kitchen and styling of the home.

With the old back door and window on their way out to make room for the new garden doors. The guts of the walls open and general kitchen layout for Maria's father to run new wires. The sub floor is being tuned to eliminate all squeaks and weak points and allow for sturdy underlay and fancy.....hardwood? Or close to it.

New studs for new walls have gone up in the second bedroom and with the help of my good friend Peter a double sized closet is also taking shape.

Plumbing is also beginning to change but not without a near death experience. Removing the sixty year old cast iron stink pipe has proven to be more dangerous than I had ever thought possible. A long breath was needed last night after removing a very large knuckle from the basement under the toilet and neighboring exhaust stink pipe. 5 feet of 4 inch round cast iron from the pitch of the roof came plummeting strait down 12 feet. Only to be stopped by a widening flute in the length of pipe to wide for the existing hole above my passing head. Now I know.


scary

TBG out