Well, it's been almost a week of renos.
Opening walls in a 50-year-old house is like opening that 4'x4'x8' Christmas present just to find out it's all socks and underwear. I want to find the grave of person who strung the electrical in our basement so I can dig up the corpse, nail it to my tree and execute it by firing squad until it's so full of lead I'm going to have to bury it where it falls.
This is probably the same guy who cut a stud in half in a supporting wall and moved the top half over three inches for no explicable reason. He also extended the doorway in the same wall and neglected to extend the header. He also framed the wall above my fireplace using 1x2s. I managed to get it all fixed and re-framed, so I feel a lot better about that.
Guess there weren't building codes in the '60s.
Everyone says I'm going to have brought the value of my home up by at least $10,000 by the time all's said and done, but I think that'll just about cover the Electrician I'm going to have to call to fix that rat's nest. Who straps a cable to a joist with two nails through a length of scrap cable? I managed to pull that one back and drill it through properly, at least.
Nothing is going according to plan, and it's really frustrating and I'm tired and sore and no amount of tearing a woodshed off of the side of my house and reducing it to its constituent pieces with nothing but a crowbar will help vent my frustration. Even though that was pretty fun.
All part and parcel of owing money to the bank for the next 30 years, I guess.
On the plus side, I still have no desire for a smoke. I've got an amazing family who's pitched in way more than their fair share of sweat to help get the place liveable. Once everything is fixed, it's going to look pretty great.
Anyway, thanks for letting me vent. I'm going to go sleep for about a year now.