So after a quick morning workout (why would you want to be fresh and rested for a day of wrestling with plywood?) Carrie and I had to remove everything we had piled onto our 16 square-feet of attic floor space over the past eight years. From there, the rest of my day was spent playing John Cusack's role in Being John Malkovich while imbedding splitters in every piece of exposed skin on my body and inhaling large chunks of 60 year-old insulation.
All of that a aside, things went really smoothly and I was pretty happy with how things turned out.
So with two extra boards left over, I decided to lay a quick and dirty floor down in the attic above our garage (the other part is just off our bedroom).
Big mistake.
I should have known to call it quits when it took nearly every ounce of energy I had left just to get the boards through the opening in the garage's ceiling, but I carried on. Once I got up there, the space was a lot tighter than I thought and probably wasn't worth the effort, but I got everything in place and was ready to finish up when I needed to move a large box containing every book report Carrie wrote in the second grade along with the telephone bills from her first apartment.
That's when this happened.
5 comments:
Oh, my! Was that through the plywood you just installed? It sure looks like a lot of extra storage.
Mimi
Wow, I did not realize it was THAT big. The floor looks nice----I am jealous. So clean!
Now what is next?
mom
Nope, not the new floor, just some really old and brittle sheet rock.
I do not know how you do it.
One day?
Has to come from your decipline/determination/dedication of marathron running.
You two set your minds to an idea and you follow through to the end.
Wish everyone could see the before and afters. They would appreciate your talents and hard work. Eight years vs. our thirty years--embarrassing.
43 mom
Nothing feels quite as good as a project completed! Job well done! I'm sure you'll enjoy the extra space too!
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