Well. The house is Disasterland. We could sell tickets. You really would not want to visit Disasterland, but maybe with some clever marketing and a zippy jingle, like “Come to Disasterland – Leave sneezing out black stuff,” we could make a buck or two.
Demolition is still not done. But I have a few pictures. It’s dark, I know, but it’s all I can do right now. I mean – look at the place:
The Good: The worst as far as demo goes is over. Plus, so far the original 100 year old maple floors in the kitchen – the ones that were covered with layers of linoleum and tile – don’t look like Swiss cheese.
The Bad: There’s no turning back now. Plus, my car is dying. Off topic, I know. But it goes in the bad column.