*sigh* Week 3 of construction dawns with no end in sight
Yes, week 3. What's going on? They're putting a beam in my living room ceiling (with support posts) to correct the mistake of a stupid previous owner.
Said previous owner bumped out the living room, removing a load-bearing wall from the front wall of the house and not only NOT putting something in to support it all, but also tied in a whole new section of roof into the now-weakened ceiling section.
When I bought the house, the realtor was told to tell me that the crack in the living room ceiling was just a cosmetic issue, and it had never gotten any worse. Well, it's been getting worse at an accelerated pace since I moved in 5 1/2 years ago, and lately it had started to perceptibly sag downward.
So I freaked and called my brother the contractor. He and Dad are still working... Seems like they were getting as far as putting in one piece of new sheetrock a day, and some days, not working their two hours at all. I hope that means that my brother was using the rest of those daytime hours on a paying job. I don't want to be preventing him from getting gainful employment. But at the same time, I'm getting tired of having my entire living room used as their large tool storage area. I have a freaking shed!!!! Why aren't they putting their saws and stuff in there? I have to live in this house. And I've been quarantined to my bedroom for the past 3 weeks.
Reminds me of the movie "The Agony and the Ecstasy" (Michelangeo painting the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel). Years are going by while he's painting and the Pope is always coming in and yelling, "When will you make an end???"
Michaelangelo's answer is always, "When I'm finished!" LOL Even when the Pope is walking underneath during a Mass, he looks up and mouths his usual question. Michaelangelo, of course, responds in kind by mouthing back his usual answer. hehehe Supposed to be such a serious moment, being Mass and all, and there I'm cracking up. I guess the filmmakers meant for that part to be funny though. Just a testament to perfectionism. But not everybody can afford to completely put their life (and respiratory health, in my case) on the back burner while someone takes their sweet time on what was supposed to be a weekend job.
*Sigh* At least they're finally working up in the attic, putting in the supports for the roof to make sure that the weight is distributed evenly and stops cracking the roof joists.
Said previous owner bumped out the living room, removing a load-bearing wall from the front wall of the house and not only NOT putting something in to support it all, but also tied in a whole new section of roof into the now-weakened ceiling section.
When I bought the house, the realtor was told to tell me that the crack in the living room ceiling was just a cosmetic issue, and it had never gotten any worse. Well, it's been getting worse at an accelerated pace since I moved in 5 1/2 years ago, and lately it had started to perceptibly sag downward.
So I freaked and called my brother the contractor. He and Dad are still working... Seems like they were getting as far as putting in one piece of new sheetrock a day, and some days, not working their two hours at all. I hope that means that my brother was using the rest of those daytime hours on a paying job. I don't want to be preventing him from getting gainful employment. But at the same time, I'm getting tired of having my entire living room used as their large tool storage area. I have a freaking shed!!!! Why aren't they putting their saws and stuff in there? I have to live in this house. And I've been quarantined to my bedroom for the past 3 weeks.
Reminds me of the movie "The Agony and the Ecstasy" (Michelangeo painting the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel). Years are going by while he's painting and the Pope is always coming in and yelling, "When will you make an end???"
Michaelangelo's answer is always, "When I'm finished!" LOL Even when the Pope is walking underneath during a Mass, he looks up and mouths his usual question. Michaelangelo, of course, responds in kind by mouthing back his usual answer. hehehe Supposed to be such a serious moment, being Mass and all, and there I'm cracking up. I guess the filmmakers meant for that part to be funny though. Just a testament to perfectionism. But not everybody can afford to completely put their life (and respiratory health, in my case) on the back burner while someone takes their sweet time on what was supposed to be a weekend job.
*Sigh* At least they're finally working up in the attic, putting in the supports for the roof to make sure that the weight is distributed evenly and stops cracking the roof joists.
posted by Me at 4:43 PM
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