More boring plywood news: 3 of the walls have been covered in plywood, looks like we'll have just enough to finish the last wall. I would have done this last night but I ran out of screws. Actually, I have tons of screws left but they're all 'fine thread' screws. Somehow I never knew this before beginning this process, you got your fine thread screws to attach things to metal, and coarse thread when drilling into wood. I'm not really sure how much of a difference this makes, but fine thread screws are just plan harder to screw down than coarse threads. So it's off to Home Depot for me in a bit. I'll also get more expanding foam!
The last can of foam I bought turned out to be something of a dud. It didn't expand to the impressive degree of the previous can, so I'm a little bitter about the whole foam issue for now. I guess I still love it, but I'm feeling a little cynical about my future with expanding foam, even though it constantly assures me it is GREAT STUFF.
Buzz and I moved all the drywall to the cellar last night, what a relief it's finally down there! It wasn't as horrible as I thought it would be, but moving drywall down a narrow flight of stairs is not something anybody looks forward to. at least it stopped raining. I'd had this sheetrock in my hallway since the end of February. I wish I could say the hallway looks better without it, but actually it's pretty dingy. Well, when I get done with this project, I suppose I should my attention back to the above-ground portions of this house. This will be a difficult transition, since the work I've been doing for the past couple of months needs only to be aesthetically pleasing to me and Buzz. All the other work the house needs has to look good to Real People, and all I've learned so far is that Sherbet-Orange is not a good paint choice.
sherbet orange is a fine choice, you just have to know what to do with it. Now you know what not to do with it. I reccomend wine red to all my clients. -Al
Now that we've come this far, why don't we just go the extra mile and turn the room into a sensory depravation chamber. there's money in it.
McKinnon