Monday, January 15, 2007
Today was the first day of demolition, which consisted of taking down the wall between the kitchen and the hall closet, which will give us just another foot or so of space. All along, there have been dark forewarnings of something bad that we might find in the wall--something that would add unspecified amounts of dollars to our contract. The bad thing was never specified; apparently there are endless possibilities of disaster looming in an old-house remodel. When Jim went down to look at the remains, he was cheered. "It looks like you didn't find anything unexpected," he said. "Well," said Sue, our carpenter, "except for the stack...." (The stack, I gather, is the main plumbing conduit in the house).
Here is the exposed stack:
The problem is that all the plans were premised on a perfectly straight stack. Ours, however, has a little jut that comes out about 1/2 inch. "Oh well," Sue said, "plumbers can sometimes work miracles." I fear that this oddly shaped stack will end up costing a lot of extra money. Suddenly I fear that everything is going to end up costing a lot of extra money. My mother used to complain that her children were going to send her to the Poor House. I had visions of the entire family being swept up and carted off to the Poor House. (I didn't know exactly what it was, but I had a pretty Dickensian imagination as a child). Apparently this worry has never quite left me because I am suddenly thinking about the Poor House again.
When the carpenters started tearing things up, they uncovered some of the old vinyl flooring that we covered up with the temporary laminate I talked about yesterday.
This reminds me of why I really wanted a different floor.