Another weekend, another dumpster

Well, it was another weekend of demo work at my house. It was mostly pulling off more plaster and lath from the walls of the master bedroom. It involved many, and I mean many, trips from the second floor out to the dumpster with a garbage can filled with plaster. These trips are reeking havoc on my poor back, I think a trip to a masseuse is in order. Most of the hauling of plaster was done on Friday, Saturday was all about tearing out the lath and scraping the popcorn texture off the ceiling. By the end of the day Saturday the master bedroom, master bath, and walking closet were all down to the studs. It was a wonderful feeling to be done with the demo in those two rooms, but a quick of the head towards the remaining two bedrooms wiped away that joy.

Sunday was a shorter day and I had a helper, my mother (my back was thankful). I had started to pull some of the plaster off of the bedroom that will end up being my office Saturday before I called it quits. So Sunday began with me hauling five garbage cans full of plaster out to the dumpster. Then the help arrived and she began pulling the rest of the plaster off the walls, while I started some demo on the hallway and down in the living room. A mere hour or two later the plaster was all off the walls in the office and had been hauled out to the dumpster. For our final job of the day we (by we I mean she) used the sledge hammer to knock out the cinder blocks that had been laid for the garage. I tossed them in the dumpster as she knock them loose, my back was happy the dumpster was only feet away. We also got rid of an enormous piece of concrete that I believe came from the basement way back when the contractor was pouring new footings for the support posts. No matter where it came from the damn thing was heavy and my arm got trapped beneath it as we lifted it into the dumpster. Had it stayed on my arm a few seconds later I'm pretty sure that tension I was feeling would have gone away and I'd have a broken arm.

The plumber was in again last week getting some more stuff roughed in. He managed to lock himself out of the house, something his wife (a colleague of mine) and I had a good laugh over. He's back in there this week, it sounds like he should be all done with his rough in by the end of the week.

No pictures right now, I haven't had the time to stop back and take any, but I promise some this weekend or early next week. Yes, I'll be back in there again this weekend, trying my hardest to fill up dumpster number five (I think, or is it six? no, pretty sure its five).