Plastic Walls, Noise and Dust

There’s a lot going on out there. It’s fun to watch from our comfy home.

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Every day something exciting happens. Holes are dug, cisterns discovered, old walls torn down, new walls built.

_DSC4263Watching from my window, I can see the addition take form while I prepare dinner or work in my office.

Sure it’s loud, and I have to be fully dressed and on my best behavior by 7 AM, but it’s exciting!

But  the show is coming inside. I must pack up the kitchen, laundry room, mud room and dining room and prepare for the invasion. Dave keeps giving me the 2 minute warning, but I resist. I’m  in denial. Once I empty the selves, I am committing myself to four months of constant eating out and laundromats.

I have a 2 stage strategy.  I pack up all non essentials first, and survive on only the critical supplies until the crew is literally pounding on the walls to get in.

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Wine is definitely essential and should not be packed up until the very last minute

 

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Then I wave the white flag and pack up the essentials, knowing I prolonged the inevitable as long as I could.

We  emptied the shelves into boxes, rolled up the rugs, and covered the furniture with plastic.

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After filling the basement with boxes, we used one end of the living room to store the rest of the stuff.

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The other end was reserved for “living”.

_DSC6202-Edit.jpgOur quaint parlor became the kitchen.

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Dave made “walls “of plastic to protect us from the dust invasion. Did you know they make plastic with zippers? This is particularly important because the only functioning bathroom ( and water supply) is on the other side of the plastic.

Demolition is loud. There’s a lot of pounding, sawing, shaking and things crashing. It is now right next to me, and it’s all day long.

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It makes Kathryn very nervous, so she rips through the plastic when we aren’t home. We tried to patch  the holes with duct tape.

_DSC6201-EditAs  soon as the transition areas had been demolished, Dave replaced the plastic wall with plywood. This is much better!

 

Nobody warned me about plaster dust. I think plaster dust may just be the finest dust particles in the entire world.  It is evil and it has a plan. No amount of plastic, blankets or sheets can keep plaster dust from seeping into every corner of our existing house. (more on dust protection )

Every day, Dave and I get out the wet swiffer mops (remember, no running water on the first floor) and wipe the floors of our ” living spaces”, but by the next day,  THE DUST IS BACK! I can feel the dust on my skin, in my hair, and possibly in my brain! This too shall pass.

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