Drop it like it's hawwwwt!

To facilitate the running of HVAC throughout the house we have begun the arduous process of lowering the ceilings. Don't worry, they're still over nine feet tall. Rachel marveled at just how much of this framing work I had done when she got to the house in the afternoon. Of course productivity ground to a halt as soon as she got there since I had to set up her deck chair and oil her up for an afternoon of sunbathing and nail filing.

Still life of disturbing junk Part Deux

In this, the second of our installments, we have what Rachel considers to be hard evidence of the cartel activity that occurred in our unassuming house. Or evidence of someone scouting Clemson football tickets out of a dilapidated house forty minutes from the stadium. Again. Note the supersecret code that someone has written on the back of the bill wrapper and the number (respectfully obscured) for "Moma." It's nice to see that even drug dealers enjoy going to art museums....Well, apparently the "Moma" picture is refusing to load. So much for drug dealers and their art museums.

Out with the old, in with the new

In our triumphant return to working on the house, it was time to remove the busted old nasty yellowed lucite-handled shower and install....A NEW CAR!!!! Ooops, no. A new shower, ahem, "bath enclosure." The Sterling Accord is not a dependable car but sure is a faintcy shower. The look of tiles is impressed into plastic so you get all the satisfaction of cleaning tile...at a helluva less expensive price. Take a look at me busting up the old shower:
As you can tell, I'm working hard. Rachel was on the front porch having a mint julep. And complaining about the noise. The new tub went in with some pushing and shoving:

Rachel peeled herself off her lounge chair and did some more work in the bedroom -- more painting of trim and more discovery of disturbing objects. The first in a periodic feature known as "Still life of disturbing junk":
Both uncovered in the closet, not included are the punctured card of an Afro'd child from that game Guess Who



and a filthy red Barbie platform shoe. Heartwarming, no? More pictures of the erecting of the shower walls next time. Or maybe some video of CPVC cement drying, oooohhhh....