Our friend, the blaster.
It was time. We could put it off no longer. We wrote checks, we bought sand, we tried to prepare the space for a sea of dust like we had never known before. Our now friend Mike was so easy going about all this. He didn’t really want to do the work, he is retired, but he agreed to do it, and to let Zac be his right hand man, which really reduced the price of the whole operation. We had to get this monster of a compressor, which had to sit on the sidewalk outside, we had to buy lots and lots of sacks of sand, we had to cover our entire selves with respirators and clothing, goggles, and space age head gear. We had tin on the ceiling, tin on the ground, and people dropping stuff off to be sandblasted.
Mike and Zac took two days to sandblast, and I tried to stay away. It was a nasty mess, and surely, if you didn’t have to be around it, one should not. It was so exciting to watch the ceiling come alive, in front of our very eyes. Pictures tell it best!
The sand pot.
Giant belching compressor. Eats diesel.
This is what it looked like when I went in there. Like the moon, on a very windy day.
But the results were so exciting!!
However, the mess was not so exciting.
Almost done!!!