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.

 

 

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

 

 

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.

 

 

I know this photo looks just like 2 days ago, but it’s so different!

Electrical is almost done, 2nd coat of drywall done, windows on Monday, meet the painter Tueesday, washing machine Thursday, mirror Friday then hopefully by Friday I can sleep in my bed again.

Today was the usual Deadline Friday, wrote from the front seat of my car then downtown from my buddy’s business. Next weekly column is okay but not my strongest.

After I hit publish that’s the week complete and going offline till Sunday. Tty then, have a great weekend!

Xo Keri

Oh guys.

Been documenting this rennovation day by day, animated gifs even, but when it comes to publishing it’s just like…

Neighbour: hold the drywall here Keri
Me: hang on, have to go blog

Imagine? “Hang on guy without Facebook, have to go talk about constructing instead of constructing, even though you’re helping me more than a normal neighbour, and my lack of effort affects the job’s progress and subsequent trades…”

But fast and great progress is being made.

But I’ve said before, this stuff takes wreaks havoc on my mind, a massive mental exercise because you know how I like stuff organized and clean.

Been working from my car, the only place in life that’s dust-free. Drywall dust is so fine eh… every wall, screen and crack will have to be vacuumed and washed, head dropped heavy as typing that.

And I know me too, would prefer to post about cars, like how the Jaguar XJL rear lights wrap like this.

But for sure it’s all worth it.

Windows are installed and it’s 100% fresher in here, and the pot lights in the foyer are elegant.

Everything’s status quo at the paper, and you know I’m good for back-dating everything that happened, including demolition, a dedicated post about what craziness we found inside the walls, and now I’m a drywaller.

Soon sorry soon.

TTYS xo thanks for always checking in.

Do I ever need a new phone.