The house has been speaking to us, groaning and creaking with labor pains as it struggles toward it's rebirth. Sometimes the noises are soft and barely perceptible, other times they are loud complaints. It increases my sense that the house is almost like a living being-someone I am coming to know more with each passing day.
Last night, Mac announced that he feels it is as close as he can get it. The floors have been raised a little over two inches. I noticed the difference as I stood in the kitchen and observed that the floor seemed less lopsided than before. The changes can also be observed in the cracks that have now appeared in the walls and also in the caulking where the bathtub meets the tile. This was expected and won't matter in the long run as we plan to eventually replace all of it.
I spent yesterday helping Mac out in the only way I really could, by pulling nails out of the old wood studs upstairs. It seems that every nail ever pounded into the skeleton of this house is still there - or was until yesterday. Large nails, medium nails, steel nails, iron nails, wire nails and teeny, tiny finish nails. What's with all the nails?
A lot of them had no heads, which made pulling them out more of a challenge for me, but I was undaunted, and kept at them with my crow bar and claw hammer. Mac has now started the framing, so it will save him time if I can do this sort of small stuff. Here I am rockin' my safety glasses.
At times the amount of work still ahead feels overwhelming, but we are doing what we can with our limited time and resources. Mac is never one to take short-cuts and wants to do things right the first time, a policy I fully endorse.
The one thing really slowing us up is the weather. Mac takes a full day to shovel us out here where we are living now, then heads over to the new house for several more hours, and then eventually has to shovel out the work site at his real job. All the time dedicated to this snow removal is time stolen from the new house, not to mention trying to keep his supplies unburied.
We are enduring a winter of record-breaking snowfall here in the northeast and as absurd as it sounds, there is another huge storm expected in a few days. The piles are so tall now that it is getting dangerous just trying to drive around town; you can't see around corners at all when you pull out of a street, and have to edge out so far you risk getting smashed by oncoming cars.
Rigby seems confused by all the huge drifts and piles. She is limited to staying on the shoveled paths, because otherwise she sinks in over her head.
The icicles hanging off roofs are incredible.