Wish I was referring to Hugh Laurie and not my parents home. As I type, hammering, pounding, and the compressor are all alive with sound and motion. New roof going up to replace the 30 year old one before it. Yesterday when the plywood was being "laid" you'd have thought the house was under siege from bomber aircraft. House literally shook as the workers dropped each sheet into place. As the new kid on the block nice way to say "howdy neighbors." Expect to find my tires slashed soon. Last week when I scrapped off the wallpaper in the kitchen and one bath I felt empowered. Over the weekend a good friend and I painted the kitchen and had fun doing so. Now, not so much. Both bathrooms are stripped of wallpaper but repainting on hold as some leakage and mold was found beneath the foundation.....so no painting until that is dealt with. DRAT! Have I mentioned my head hurts? Ironically, not being employed is "paying off" as I have the time to oversee all of this and it does need to be done. I understand getting the roof on in the great weather we are having. It's the messy bathrooms, smell of Clorox I used to wash down the walls and floors to kill the mold bacteria, etc. that's grating on my nerves. That, and the reality that I've known I was never going to make big bucks on the house. In hindsight I should have invested more time into getting repairs taken care of when I was working. So my complaining is just that, complaining and bemoaning. Heading into one of the trashed bathrooms to get a fistful of aspirin. Now where did I put my headphones?
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