I know I've mentioned the upheaval in my bedroom earlier in the year, but today I'm feeling so grateful for my amazing husband and all the work he's done on this very old house. At the end of January, our bedroom ceiling started raining water on our bed. This was due to the plumbing upstairs in the apartment where my mother lives. My husband and brother tore out the bathtub and replaced it along with the plumbing, the tub surround and then even more plumbing in her kitchen. That was a lot of work. We thought all we had to do downstairs was cut away the ruined ceiling plaster and patch it. Above is a picture of my brother assessing the rotten wood and the upstairs plumbing.
Once a cut was made into the plaster, it all came raining down. We discovered a lot of rotten wood and mold. Our carpet was ruined during this time, so all of that was tore out, leaving us with a bare subfloor full of staples. Okay then. New flooring and patch the ceiling...
But no, not so fast. Upon sanding another wall to smooth out some bumps, we realized a whole corner of another part of the room was completely rotted. Here's G after he pushed through the drywall and knocked out some of the rotten wood leading him directly to the back porch! Argh!
Here's my lovely looking 20 years older thanks to plentiful drywall dust and at least 3 months of sanding, patching, putting up whole new walls and finally painting.
The inside has been done for at least 4 months or so now (excluding some shoe molding to nail in place). This weekend the outside was finally completed! We rebuilt the exterior wall months ago, but putting up the cedar siding was just put in place. And oh my, that stuff is NOT cheap! I can't imagine what it must cost to cover an entire house! At any rate, all that's left to do now is to paint it and settle in for winter. Ahhh. The joys of living in a 150 year old timber-built house.
Thank you dear husband, for all your good work. :)
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