Holes
This is a picture of our bedroom, where we are still sleeping, and our hallway. I’ve talked about having to balance on the floor joists of our attic when we’re working up there and this is a great example of why. If we lose our balance, our foot hits the lath and plaster that make up the ceiling of whatever room is below us. Those holes are my fault and they created quite a mess.
You see, I do not have the gift of balance. A story from my youth will illustrate this point, although I share it at the risk of sounding like an airhead. When I was little, if I balanced on one leg and then shut my eyes, I would fall over. It’s true. It was like family trick (“Let’s make Lizzie stand on one leg and see what happens!”). It was so bad that my parents actually sent me to a specialist where I practiced, yes actually practiced, things like standing on one leg or walking across a balance beam. So you can see the irony in me having to now try balancing on floor joists that are only 2″ wide, while doing construction. I don’t think I need to even tell you that the holes you see in these pictures are only a small handful of them.
We’ve since demoed that ceiling and the wall, so the holes really weren’t a big deal. Actually, me losing my balance and creating those holes was like getting a head start on the demo. It’s like I was born with a natural abilty to help get the work done.