Norm!

Norm rocks. For the fifth time ever, we have hired a subcontractor (sub to us, the GC and jacks-of-all-trades). After we did our house’s kitchen ceiling, we swore off ever doing drywall on a ceiling again. Faced with many pitches and some complicated areas, we saved up and hired Norm to hang, mud, and tape. And sand – the part where our arms begged us to stop last time.

Today was day one – and we cannot fathom how two people can get all that rock up – so well – in less time than it took us to do a regular office day. Even with the right tools, experience, and lifts. I think we would be all day just carrying all the tools in, forget about actually hanging the drywall. Norm is thinking it’ll be done by the end of the week. Wow, is about all we can say.

The King is back

Remember this guy?

We have finally finished restoring it. This has been a project we’ve chipped away at all year. And since it’s been sitting in our living room (!), it’s been a bit of a lurking “to do” item, often in the way. Each time we thought it was just about done, there was another issue. Like when we had it re-wired and plugged it in to test it, then had smoke coming out of one of the controllers (knob things for the stove) and realized they needed to be replaced too. Or when we bought a really nice faucet at the local seconds/scratch & dent store, and then had to wait a couple of weeks to get the one hose that was missing from the manufacturer. But today, the paint was dry on the last few interior metal panels and we stole a few minutes from a very busy evening to screw them in. And voila! The King kitchen unit is complete.

We got sprayed!

In a good way. The spray foam crew arrived on time this morning and got to work. By the time we got out of work, the job was done. This thing of paying OTHER people to work is pretty cool. Bonus: we asked them to leave the protective plastic up so that we’re ready for mess-free drywall and painting.

Here are the fruits of their labor…

Magic shell

Get a good look – this is the last time any of us will see the interior of the roof sheathing for a long, long time – perhaps forever. We finished the final stages of the chaotic, comic play called “Getting Ready for Insulation in the Middle of Travel and Insanity at Work” today. We did the final bits of carpentry, swept the entire ceiling (and floor too), and cleaned everything out of the cabin to create a nice, fresh, clean shell into which a few guys will spray some brightly-colored, energy efficient foam next week.

We are nervous and excited to get this next big stage done. And we’ve already been auditioning drywall contractors to do the interior of the ceiling. (We’ve done drywall on ceilings before and swore to never do it ourselves again. If the level of exhaustion in my arms from simply cleaning and sweeping all afternoon is any indication, we made the right choice). However, we still find it hilarious that every single contractor who comes to “look at our job” feels that it’s necessary to mention that the walls aren’t sealed to the outdoors. Like, duh, cleaning and re-chinking logs is next, but we aren’t going to do that till they finish with their dirty mess. I’m tempted to stare blankly at them next time they mention seeing light through the walls, as if we believe them to be just fine as they are.