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team destro strikes again
Sep. 1st, 2015 12:47 pmI am so sore.
Basement is pretty much cleared out. In spite of Axel's tendency to wander into the path of sledgehammers, we survived with only one minor injury. And that wasn't even a demolition injury, it was more of a "Siobhan can't walk through doors" injury. (I managed to clock my head against the door frame so hard I saw stars.)
Every time we do something like this I wonder what the hell I did to deserve the friends I have. People showed up and slung hammers and crowbars around and hauled rubble and worked their asses off in exchange for a few beers.
The only thing that really went wrong is that the company we rented the garbage bin from completely lost our order. We figured that out when Axe called them in the morning to ask what time they would be dropping it off and they had no idea what he was talking about. The truck that finally showed up was too big to navigate the street and had a bin that wouldn't have fit on the property anyway. So now all the wood and plaster is piled on our tiny inner-city postage-stamp lawn and we had to call one of those junk companies to come and take it away.
Getting the floor up was more educational than I was really hoping for. The back room that we had been using as a bedroom was constructed on rows of concrete slabs that didn't cover the entire basement surface, so the grooves between were full of standing water that had risen from the dirt below. It was gross and slimy and smelly and I was really shocked we didn't find black mold.
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Now except for cleaning the dust off everything we own, our part is pretty much done. Maybe I can start leaving the house again.
Basement is pretty much cleared out. In spite of Axel's tendency to wander into the path of sledgehammers, we survived with only one minor injury. And that wasn't even a demolition injury, it was more of a "Siobhan can't walk through doors" injury. (I managed to clock my head against the door frame so hard I saw stars.)
Every time we do something like this I wonder what the hell I did to deserve the friends I have. People showed up and slung hammers and crowbars around and hauled rubble and worked their asses off in exchange for a few beers.
The only thing that really went wrong is that the company we rented the garbage bin from completely lost our order. We figured that out when Axe called them in the morning to ask what time they would be dropping it off and they had no idea what he was talking about. The truck that finally showed up was too big to navigate the street and had a bin that wouldn't have fit on the property anyway. So now all the wood and plaster is piled on our tiny inner-city postage-stamp lawn and we had to call one of those junk companies to come and take it away.
Getting the floor up was more educational than I was really hoping for. The back room that we had been using as a bedroom was constructed on rows of concrete slabs that didn't cover the entire basement surface, so the grooves between were full of standing water that had risen from the dirt below. It was gross and slimy and smelly and I was really shocked we didn't find black mold.
( cut for pics )
Now except for cleaning the dust off everything we own, our part is pretty much done. Maybe I can start leaving the house again.