A Little Gappy

Hoorah for this new development! Only, it is becoming apparent that the floor is not level, as evidence by some of the gaps occurring in the sheet rock. Nothing that an excessive amount of mud and tape can't handle I suspect. Note the funny looking orbs in the picture. I've been seeing a lot of these lately. I'm almost certain that these represent paranormal activity in the house. Or...you know...aforementioned particles, or perhaps even tricky lighting issues. Whatever. I'm going with the paranormal. Maybe that will explain why the basement building dimensions resemble proportions you'd see in a fun house mirror.

Phase 2.5 and All My Favorite Things

Got the ceiling done. It's already starting to feel more and more like habitable space...that I am going to have to clean. But thanks to the new, ridiculously expensive love of my life, central vacuum, I'm able to eradicate the 12 inch layer of sheet rock dust that has accumulated on everything. S'aight though, a little gypsum in the lung won't kill, right? right?

No Shortage of Projects Here

Commence project basement. Last time we spoke about the progress of the basement, I think I said something along the lines of it being ready for sheet rock. Evidently, there were eight million little unforeseen projects that awaited completion before sheet rock. Yet, today we find ourselves officially ready for sheet rock. We decided to add a little wet bar in the corner, which occupied a fair amount of time. Also, at my insistence, Kelly finished installing all necessary components to the central vacuum. Including, what I think is the most amazing contraption of all time, seen here as the kick plate vacuum for the kitchen. My lazy arse has grown weary of bending over to sweep piles into the dust-pan, so soon enough I'll be able to sweep them into this vacuum leading straight to an undisclosed location in the garage. Proving once again, that necessity truly is the mother of invention.

I can claim very little credit for work done in the basement, but that jumble of black wires...all me. :) Kelly and his Dad deserve a hearty pat on the back for all the work they've done. 'Specially my poor Kelly who had a board with rusty nails fall from the ceiling and directly into his brain pan. Worry not, I've been trying to get rid of that hat for years. Now that it's full of nail holes and blood, I hope to never see it pop up around the house again.

One year, many man hours, some curse words, and one tetanus shot later, we arrive at phase two. Stay tuned.