Like I said before, there isn't much point or desire to write when things aren't moving forward or at any great pace. This last weekend was a low point on the forward momentum and over all luck scale so we just abandoned the whole blogging effort till there was something worthwhile and uplifting to write about.
Strangely enough I think one of the major things that has been holding up this whole process and keeping us from moving ahead with the drywalling has been the Damn Ceiling Fan. Over the last week we have spent endless hours of procrastination, brain power, fiddling and a few bucks here and there trying to make our old fan with it's 3" vent hole connect to the 6" roof vent. Previous to vaulting the ceiling the two orifaces were about 3-4 feet apart and there was plenty of room to make the transition with various ducting do-das and thingy-ma-jigs. Now we have about 12 inches and a 90 degree turn with the 3" hole being flush to the ceiling drywall. It may be hard to imagine but trust me, THE GEOMETRY DOES NOT WORK!! So late last night we drove the kids up to Home Depot for a half hour of torturing anyone withing 50 feet of us with the shrieks of miserable children, and decided that we could either spend more money and brain power on the problem by buying a medium priced fan with a 4" vent and yet more ducting whoozits, or we could just bite the bullet and buy the most expensive deluxe super quiet damn bathroom ceiling fan Home Depot sells - the ONLY one with a 6" vent - and install the thing before bed and forget about it. So we did.
No drywall by the weekend - again - but today Steve has been shoving insulation into all the nooks and crannies and the vapour barrier is going up (yes, vapour barrier - a concept foreign to the 1912 construction or 1950's renovation mind set). WE HAVE A REAL ROOM AGAIN. It is truly all downhill from here. Drywall will go up tomorrow and once the sanding is complete the barriers in the rest of the house come down and we move back upstairs!! Then tiles and.... well, perhaps the rest of the fixtures - if they ever show up. Most of them are coming from, ahem, the Southern US. Y'know, that area wracked by endless tropical storms? Sigh.
