Detritus

Although bee business kept us busy most of the day Saturday, James and I were able to carve out some time to hit the new house before our mold remediation (not recommended). He has been a superb project manager and has been able to schedule a plethora of contractor visits in the little time we have to get everything in working order before our actual move.

When I say a "plethora" I mean: slap a revolving door on this brick bia cause the parade is coming to town! Dah-daDah-daDah-da-Duh-Duh! We had approximately 3 nights of ownership before the mold people sealed up our house, and in that time we had about 5 contractors come by and give us quotes for various services. We aren't allowed in the house until Friday or Saturday, but we have several more waiting to see the place, afterwards. James even surprised me by scheduling a contractor to estimate the cost of installing heated bathroom floors! Sure, we may not get eachother nice Christmas presents, but you can damn well bet when that time rolls around and it is 16 degrees outside I will be curled up on our bathroom floor with Chloe, loving life.

While we had the opportunity to get into the house this past weekend we had two goals in mind: one was his - to clean out the garage, one mine - the tear down that awful drop ceiling in one of the bedrooms.

So we headed to the house with some gloves, masks, and garbage bags. We were grossly unprepared. The garage had apparently been used solely as a hoarding station for the past several decades and, although most of the larger items had been removed, we were left with 75 years of detritus resting on the floors. Without shovels, we improvised and scooped the dirt, rotten wood, spare roller skate wheels, broken legos, twist-ties, etc, into bags with slabs of rotten particleboard. Yes. We live a glamorous life, people, get over it.

After 6-8 garbage bags weighing roughly 50lbs a piece, we headed indoors. Now, why anyone would install a drop ceiling in one bedroom of a house is beyond me. The lighting worked fine and there was nothing terrifying above the tiles (no water damage, mold, creepy crawlies). We made quick work of the tiles (like.. 15 minutes and it was GONE)and we obtained an extra 10 inches or so of head space. It's just one little thing we can check off our lists.

With a feeling of minor accomplishment, we were able to retire for the week, knowing for the next few days our home is in the hands of our mold people. Bye bye basement!