And not just off of the ceiling either! It was all over the walls too! I have to be honest, I didn't go all out scraping because I figured I'm going to have so many pictures and artwork all over the walls that most people won't notice, but still...
I did go all out once scraping off a popcorn ceiling when I moved into my house. That time I did it right--mask, goggles, water squirter dealy, scraper--and did most of it myself. My husband just happened to be out of town during that part of the house remodel...oh, and for re-doing the wood floors, another project I wouldn't mind never having to do again. You better believe that I'll never let him forget that!
Anyway, scraping off mud is terrible. It gets in your eyes, your mouth, your hair, and leaves a lovely white dust over your whole body, which is amazing when you try to wipe it out of your eyes and end up getting more in them. What is worse--and what all of today's work was characterized by--is that you can't really tell a difference unless you really look closely. I was so stoked at our first day's work because what we accomplished was so obvious and tangible. Today's work, though no less necessary, was frustrating because after a long, tedious day, I took a look at the space from the doorway while locking up and couldn't really tell a difference from yesterday. Sigh...
At least I got to see a few familiar, friendly faces! I love me some Erin Amestoy-Mariano & Katie Schaller, and they even lent a hand pulling up some remaining carpet while they were there! A not so fun task made much more enjoyable by the company of good friends...
Something else that I meant to talk about yesterday was how cool it is when everyone offers to help but does it in their own way. Not everyone is cut out for pulling up linoleum (and certainly no one actually enjoys it), but even if that's not your thing, that doesn't mean you can't help out and show your love. Prime example is my mom. I don't see her for a minute getting dirty with the remodel; instead, she makes sure that we're all well fed, which is just as--if not more--important. If you've ever seen me with low blood sugar--what my husband aptly calls a "code red"--you know what I mean... Code red = give me something to eat before I kill you. Unfortunately, I get to this place quite often because I hyperfocus trying to do all of the stuff I need to get done and lots of times just plain forget to eat. Where was I going with this...? Lots of tangents today I feel like...
Oh yeah! So my mom made these amazing sandwiches with fresh mozzarella that hit the spot like I can't even explain in words. And if you know my mom, you already know it wasn't just sandwiches. (Although that's all that I had time to take a quick pic of before everyone dug in.) They were gourmet and came with watermelon, Oreos, beef jerky, candy, pita chips...you get the idea. A full spread! It saved the day. (Thanks Momma!)
Anyway, we'll be back at it tomorrow when (fingers crossed) the floor guy will come in with a big, glorious machine that scrapes away the rest of the linoleum like butta (or butter for all of you that are sticklers for enunciation) and show us samples of acid-stained concrete (yahoo!!!) and then more of the little annoying stuff like filling in nail holes with caulk and such. Now time to rest up! Night y'all!
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