Taking the floor out was looking like a long process of prying off boards and handholding a lot of termites, to slowly decimate their habitat and assure them that all things happen for the common good, and everything will work out in the end. We tried that for about 45 minutes, when Zac had one of those moments. One of those moments that from the outside look like an explosion of impatience, and I my inner psychiatrist started scanning the situation for emotional errors, when he said, “I got it! Chainsaw!” Well my good man went home and got his old chainsaw and was back in flash, I could see his black profile from the back of the room with the morning sun shining in, him rearing back like a wild bear with his chainsaw, and he started running lines down the floor. This way we could remove one rafter board at a time. One rafter board at a time. OK! Only 65 more to go! But even though this is gross, and a place no man has gone since 1929, I tell you, it needs to be done. Sure, as the guy at the dump says, they don’t make wood like this anymore (they?), when it shows rot and termite damage and is totally toxic and disgusting, the only thing to do for the earth is RIP IT OUT!! Going green. And it is a little satisfying to see it go to the dump, to be able to identify where we are dumping in the vast mountain of garbage that is the landfill. We are even impacting the landfill.
Eureka had this idea for the shop, “Art-Mart”. You see, she is pretty sure that one of these shops is for her, for her art studio. And by golly she is right! Maybe this fall? We’ll just have to see how far the $$ takes us. Today we might not get down there, because daytime dates are piling up, but tomorrow, TGIF. We should be able to get the rest of the floor out. I just wish I could start dreaming about something else. When I sleep at night I see termite eaten wood. Yuck. There is a band in New Orleans called “Quintron and Miss Pussycat”. She is a brilliant puppetteer, and she made a 30 minute puppet movie about termites called “Electric Swamp”. It was when they were undergoing some termite trauma, and I understand it to be her answer to all the complications they were having. Perhaps I should take a look at that!
Imagine in a few weeks, i’ll be posting things that are PRETTY to look at. Yikes on the visual of demolition, perhaps beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Now some  Photos:
the “view” to the front window
From the rear. Can you hear the cries of the jilted termites?