Ever stick a Q-tip up your nose?

Some of you are aware that there's been some... uh, "construction" going on at The Park Ave. Pub.

Late last year, the ceiling above my bed collapsed.  I wasn't home when it happened.  So what started out as this:

Turned into this (though by this time, we'd taken down the walls and some of the lath):

You can see the attic windows in that picture.  Here's a better one of the attic windows:

And in general, my bedroom is a little messy:

Taking down the ceiling was the hardest part, because then we had to deal with insulation coming down from the attic.  Here's David in his Smurf costume protective scrubs, taking down part of the ceiling:

And if you've never breathed in insulation before... ugh, I can't describe it very well.  We both had masks on -- and not just the disposable dust masks, but the rubber ones with respirators -- and we still had trouble breathing.  Oh, and it's fucking itchy as hell if you get it in your clothes.  Once, after a particularly grueling demo session, I had to take an emergency shower, clean out my nose with Q-tips, and break out the Neti pot.  I hope all the really attractive men read that last sentence.  AWWWW YEAHHHH

Anyway, David's been the one working on it, for the most part.  He tore out all the plaster and lath, and then he's going to put up drywall.  All I've really done is choose new paint colors and work out some aggression during the demolition.  

When we were about done with demo, David hauled out about eight 150 lb. (68 kg) bags of rubble to the curb, where the garbage men left them for several weeks.  We would watch, each week, as we were leaving from work:  the garbage truck driving slowly past our house, our curb, the bags of plaster.  We then dragged them back to the alley, which is where our trash is normally picked up, and there the bags sat for another several weeks.  We even had them in the city-issued garbage can, with the cute little Garbage For Dummies arrow on the top of the can to tell you which way to face it as to make our glorious trash dudes' jobs easier.  And now our trash can is a Forever Alone:  each Tuesday morning, it gazes expectantly at the truck chugging down the alley, wondering if this will be the day when it finally gets some attention, and then the trash truck is like "nah lol," leaving our trash can heartbroken and misled. 

At this point, we were both thinking that if a couple of city slickers (lol) like us could drag bags the size of... well, me... down the stairs and to the front curb, and then haul them nearly an acre to the alleyway, then surely, three burly garbage men could toss them up two feet into their truck.  Right?  

David called the city about it, and there weren't any records as to why our garbage men -- oh, excuse me, "waste management facilitators" -- are completely ignoring us.  Like our trash isn't good enough for them.  

We are now in the process of borrowing my dad's Chevy, throwing the bags in the back, and driving them to the city dump, where leaving trash costs us a fee.  When I'm already paying a utility bill for trash service.  Awesome.

At least, for now, it seems that we're on the tail end of construction.  I'll be sure to post pictures of the finished room.


  1. On the plus side that attic window now lets in a heck of a lot of lovely light into your bedroom....

    I once woke up to hear a strange noise above my head – I reached up and grabbed the shelf, just as it started to come away from the wall. It had about 200 CD’s on it and certainly would have given a fresh slant on the statement – “The music’s killing me....”

    1. I've slept through a tornado before, so I have a feeling that I would not have survived that incident if it happened to me.

  2. Just found your blog on 20sb. I love that you're remodeling! We are in the middle (well, almost 2 years in) of a top to bottom redo, it can be pretty fun at times right?

    Well I look forward to reading more about your progress! Good luck!

    Meg @ http://myborrowedheaven.blogspot.com/

    1. Thanks for reading; I'll check out your blog when I get a chance.

  3. awww yeahhhh Neti Pot! hahaha

  4. We are lightweight remodeling... (ripping out our own carpeting, doing backsplash, redecorating, maybe patio too) glad I found your blog!!! Got any carpet removing advice??

  5. I don't, actually. I've never removed a carpet. My dad did in the house I grew up in, and all I can tell you is to prepare to remove about ten thousand staples from the floor. It sounds like exhausting work.

  6. So busy!!! Loving your blog. Just found you!

  7. Whaaaaat? That is insane construction. I once fell down into a patch of insulation - it was the most uncomfortable aftermath I have ever experienced in my life.

    1. Oh god. I can't even imagine what that would be like. I'm getting itchy just thinking about it.

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