Progress! Thank GOD! Pause to picture Gav doing a jaunty victory strut, maybe dressed like Uncle Sam? I don't know why, just do it. Ok, done? Good. Anyway.
We started the week out on a rotten note- we were on our 4th dumpster, still battling an endless miasma of dust, and to top it all off we got a notice from our home owner's insurance that they were dropping us because our house was under renovation and not yet being lived in. Wait, what? So people don't renovate their houses? Whatever. Jerks.
Turns out it was a blessing in disguise though. We used the motivator of needing to have another insurance walk-through with whatever new company we go with to get serious and call in some reinforcements. We were all set to blow whatever we had to on a Yellowpages electrician when a small miracle happened. The Taper got an electrician who happens to be a good family friend to agree to make room in his uber-busy schedule and get cracking on getting us wired and back in business. And better yet, the day after we called him it was supposed to rain so his job that day had been cancelled. In less than 24 hours we had a licensed master electrician rigging up all sorts of fabulous new sparky magics to our house. And in a couple more visits (scheduled this weekend!) we should be ready to move forward with insulation, plumbing, and-dare I say it?- closing up the walls! BOO YAH!
In other news, we pried all the stick-on tile up from the kitchen, mudroom, and bedrooms. Let's take a moment, shall we, to focus on the fact that at some point in recent history people thought it was a cute idea to glue mustard-colored tile over their hardwood floors. When you wrap your mind around that concept, you kind of understand how there is war and strife in our world. Anywho, turns out whatever money was not spent on maintaining and repairing this house (I'm talking plumbing fixed with duct tape, y'all) was apparently spent on floor adhesive procured from NASA for use on space shuttles. Like, that tile was on FOR KEEPS. Now that it's gone there's this horrid gluey scum on the floors that shows no sign of coming up easily. It's like a giant Scratch-n-sniff sticker of evil, the scent being "Musty Old House". Bring on the gloves and caustic chemicals, yo. I will get that glue off if it's the last thing I do, if only to show them they haven't broken me. And by them I mean the those guys at This Old House, the smug bastards.
I spent a long day with the the Taper getting that fourth dumpster packed to the gills, and literally just as we were talking about when to go to the scrap yard with our pile o' metal and junk appliances, some guys came by with a panel van and offered to buy it off us. So I made $120 off a pile of garbage, recycled like a good green girl, AND I didn't have to lug it anywhere. <For the win.
So yeah, this weekend should be way productive. And that's the best thing ever, because I don't mind hard work- I just hate sitting on my hands. Once the wiring is done, everyone else can go about doing what they do best. And when everyone involved with this project does their best...well....it's pretty badass.