Insane Things Discovered During the Renovation

Let’s start with the grossest – a 3 foot snakeskin inside the insulation in the main room wall.

Neighbour: look what we found
Me: OMFG it’s gone right?
Him: Don’t know, maybe. Probably
Me: Lie to me please
Him: the snake is long gone Ker
Me: okay good

A live wire that was just hanging in the wall.

All fans vent directly into the insulation in the attic.

Including the moist air after a shower. What is wrong with people.

The plumber dives under my house and exclaims, “holy crap it’s illegal under here!”

Pipes rated for below ground used above, bonded together with the wrong chemicals, and the rest were duct taped.

Duct. Taped.

Yes I had a home inspection before buying. Never recommending that guy.

 

 

Things from Week #1 of the Renovation

Drywall dust is so fine, there really is no defence. Every wall, celling and item now has to be washed.

My neighbour calls my house the “Heat Loss Clinic.”

The guys figure this is about the 9th renovation the house has undergone.

In one day I drove 3 different Fords – my Focus ST, and my neighbour’s 2013 & 2015 F150.

I was sent to pick up supplies.

Accidentally bought 6 bundles of insulation instead of 6 pieces. Huge difference, turns out.

First time driving with something in the truck bed!

Airhead me totally forgot about it a few minutes into the drive, and almost made a mess in a parking lot.

“Do not put me on your blog, Keri” – said everyone.

THE moment.

Been dreaming about it since I bought the windows in January.

Now my neighbour Brian and I can hang out even more.

Turns out my house is very crooked.

From one side of the main room to the other is a huge height discrepancy.

Got this cool new hat; all the neighbours wear one.

It really is.

I was so sneezy during this, and it’s not even the bad kind of insulation.

Tada.

Ultra-lie, drywall is _heavy_.

Then we had a fire and cooked on pieces of my house.

Blog tag = renovation

 

 

Worked in my Car all Last Week

Wasn’t the easiest, especially in Recaro seats; it’s like typing with Tyrannosaurus Rex arms.

The back seat was slightly less arduous.

My desk, oh boy.

Friday night I was telling my neighbour all about it:

Him: isn’t your kitchen table in your trailer?
Me: yaaa…
Him: well there you go
Me: woah – the solution was here the whole time!

Tada! Pretty great eh.

Have power, and even a plant for decoration.

Anything you read by me this week will come from here.

 

 

Evidence of a Good Electrician

After holes are made to fish wire, the drywall pieces are screwed to the wall, then labeled how to puzzle them back in.

This way when it’s time to patch, instead of having to cut new pieces, just put the existing ones back in.

I’m a drywaller now.

“Stop applying the mud like nail polish, Keri.”

A good-looking junction box.

Electricians speak in symbols.