Yesterday we ripped out the panelling off the exterior interior wall. You know?! The one that will be brick one day (actually, it already is) when we find the courage, or pay the meth heads, to pick off all the plaster. I kind of thought it might just chip off with the flick of a wrist, but turns out the brick and the plaster have bonded. In that cementy sort of way, so that means that you have to pick it off. With tools. Do you think one could throw a big party and make everyone pick off a bucket full of plaster per beer drunk? I might really start losing friends.
So, ixnay the panelling, and we ripped up the carpet. What is under the carpet? Extensive termite damage! Surprise! Those termites have been partying bigtime. Virtually uninterrupted. Well, party is over boyz, time to meet your maker. Â Shame on the lust I have for killing termites. The floor in the shop is pine, tongue and groove flooring. You know, probably exactly what we will put back in. Ironic, huh? Almost 100 years later, it is still the choice of floor. For me, at least.
Here are some pictures for your viewing pleasure:
This is what was behind that weird soundproof room that was in back.
The panelling, before.
Post Panelling era of the piano shop.
Today we were starting to rip the floor out. The slow process, and Zac was fighting a piece of plywood that had been nailed down maybe 4,000,000 times, and he had this brilliant idea. Chainsaw! So he ran home and got his chainsaw while I beat up on a few boards ( or they beat up on me) and he just started ripping along the crossboards, and wa law! We had 22 feet of flooring out in only a few hours. We took it to the dump and that was that! Zac, what a hero, a hero of brute force. Tomorrow should be full of THAT.