I am the world's greatest "wordster," which I know isn't a word but it fits. Whenever I have a situation, I can almost always think of a song that fits the situation because it has lyrics that relate. Maybe I should call myself a songster -- not a singer, no way, because at best I can carry a semi-okay tune, but a songster. I am definitely not a singer (as much as I would've liked to have been in my younger days). But I love music and I think of songs every day that fit current situations and experiences. So the title for this post popped into my mind as I thought about the past week and what's been happening on the jobsite.
As my son-in-law has been out of town and has been my hubby's best sidekick in recent weeks, I have fallen to the job of apprentice in his absence, however pitiful I am at it, which is pretty pitiful. Mostly I give advice like Take a break! Don't go any higher on that ladder! Watch out, you're too near the edge! I'm sure he wishes I'd just take my mouth and go on home. But I'm all he has right now until we're ready for the subcontractor coming this week (hopefully) to help frame the room on the back of the house (hopefully) because it will be torn off in the next few days (hopefully), due to finally having a 3-to-4-day run of sunny weather (HOPEFULLY!). I sincerely "hope" the weather man gets it right this week because, if not, I am gonna be really agitated at him, and I can think of several tunes I'll sing him if he's wrong. In the meantime, every day brings the reno a little further along. As there have been no women on the jobsite recently other than me, I realized at the end of the last week that "the cleaning of said jobsite" had dropped off the long list of things to do. Once again, I gave my unsolicited advice, reminding the hubs that a dirty jobsite is a dangerous jobsite and we spent most of one day re-arranging stuff, sweeping, vacuuming, and cleaning the dirt off our weary bodies at day's end.
But somehow last week (I'm even impressed at getting it done), the porch was indeed torn off the front of the house and all I can say is the light is magnificent! No more low, overhanging porch to obscure the views of the mature hardwoods or to block light to the front of the house. I was also amazed at the methodical way the hubs took it off layer by layer...first the asphalt shingles, then the 2x4 beams, then the plywood sheathing, then the corner posts…I may not have the order of that exactly right but, before I knew it, by Friday afternoon the porch was gone, and the dumpster was a whole lot more full. We were able to save most of the studs to repurpose for the back room that will be framed this week. Repurpose and re-use has been the theme of this, #our1892adventure. So another one did indeed "bite the dust" -- another porch, that is. Which may not really be the best song for this situation because how many people really do take porches off houses? Yep, we did! And I can say "we" because I was there helping every step of the way. I sat in my lawn chair and gave excellent directions and I headed up the "clean-up" crew pretty well. If there is one thing I've learned to do in my lifetime, it's clean! Ever heard "King of the Road" by Roger Miller..."two hours of pushin' a broom buys an eight by twelve four-bit room"? That's me. I work hard, and I'm cheap!
It's really hard to believe we're well into the month of July and a new week as begun once again. If the weather does indeed cooperate this week, it should prove to be a few days of great progress. Once the back room is reframed, it will become the master bath, master closet, half bath, and laundry closet. So you can see how important this week is for the "moving forward" of the reno. Much depends on finishing this one area, and for me it cannot be soon enough. We have flooring that needs to go down in the back of the house, electrical that needs to be finished, and plumbing that needs to be started. And, please tell me now, how can you put in plumbing when you're not yet sure where the toilet is even gonna be? Or the sinks...or the tub...you get the gist. In my mind I feel as though this back room is the pivotal point in the reno -- you know, kind of the next jumping-off point to usher in some real progress. But that little voice in the back of my head keeps poking at me and saying you know it's gonna take way longer than you think -- it always does! Sometimes I hate that dad-gummed little voice. I'm sure there's a song that goes along with it, but right now the only song I can think of is the one I have for my son-in-law...
"Baby, come back...." I promise with all my heart I will never again take you for granted!
"Alone we can do so little, together we can do so much."
- Helen Keller
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