Drywall goes up in the basement this week. After several months of fairly incremental change, having the walls covered in sheetrock is decidedly dramatic. Here's a peek:
That funny contraption is used for getting sheets of drywall onto the ceiling. He lays it flat on the machine and cranks it right up there. I've never seen anything like it.
Watching this guy do his work is really something. LJ works alone, swiftly and gracefully. It's almost like a dance, the way he can lift a piece of sheetrock, balance it, and punch in more than a dozen screws with his power drill, all in a minute or two.
It will take him the rest of the week to finish putting all the little pieces in, and then he's got to wrap all the corners and put up mud and tape, then texture everything. After that, we paint, and that will be a BIG job. We won't be able to get to that until after the weekend. Stuart is impatient, but I am relieved. I wasn't looking forward to spending Mothers' Day painting a basement ceiling, but I was prepared to do it if I had to. Now it looks like I'll be able to spent the weekend working outside, which is what I really wanted to do in the first place.
Today was chilly (40s) and gloomy. This made me grumpy, I'll admit. I did take the kids to a certain large home improvement store to purchase a new bird feeder (as per Daniel's request) that we really hope is squirrel-proof, but I'm not holding my breath. Those little varmints can bust into ANY bird feeder, as far as I can tell. I also bought a cedar kit for making a raised garden bed. I hope to put it somewhere here:
I'm so apprehensive about this gardening project for some reason. I think I just need more confidence.