The Next Project Begins

I never get to finish one project in it's entirety. The idea here is to get the place done to a point where we can move in and dust and lead paint levels are reduced so as not to harm Elizabeth, though a little lethargy might be a good thing at the moment! So, now that the floor is done in the parlor, I have been instructed by the "Boss" to make the laundry room ready. This means install the two steps at the foot of the door that separates the big side of the house with the little side on the second floor. Put plywood subflooring down where boards are missing in the floor from early plumbing, re-arrange the water lines in two locations so that they serve our needs for a sink and a washing machine, build a low wall and shallow build out to conceal a 4" exhaust duct, a gas line and some electrical cable then put some backerboard down so a tile floor can be installed some day. I guess I should repair and smooth out the plaster walls while I'm at it.
This work actually began before our Brimfield trip. I got the holes in the floor filled and then proceeded to rip out some plaster and lath and some 1950s glitter tile that donned the walls in the bathroom area adjoining what will become the laundry room. When we left there was a pile of rubble on the floor. When we returned there was still a pile of rubble on the floor, so those stories that Greg tells about fairies aren't true. At least not in Ohio unless they have become organized and formed a union.
On Sunday after our 15 hour return trip I had the pleasure of filling three bags with plaster and broken tile then vacuuming the room while humming childrens songs in my mind. There are only so many times one can listen to "Little Bunny Foo-Foo" on a road trip before wanting to bop ones self on the head!
It is nice to finally have some steps installed though. Using that old tub of joint compound as a step for 5 years was getting to me.

Here is a before Brimfield picture of the room



and here is the after plaster clean up shot.



Proof that sometimes things have to get worse before they get better.
I get the thrilling experience of working on this room for the next three days. Woo-hoo!