I compromised on the beam construction, not that important. So he came back, we ordered new wood, he started over. We banged and cut and slit and sanded and stained after he left. The first two beams have nice markings, the subsequent had fewer and more shallow distressing. Didn't take long to wear us out.
The walls and ceilings are so off kilter that it is a real puzzle to fit them. Mark is helping him and the first one hits at the corners and the center ceiling is much higher so the supports are showing. Here we go!
This is the cabinet that holds the peanut butter and peanut M&Ms and I can't keep dodging the tools and ladders to get to them. As a result, I must make my way down to the cellar and open the microwave door in order to gain access to the Dove dark bags. Construction can be so disruptive.
At this point, after several years of waiting, I'm just glad for progress. Any kind. They did such a poor job on these rooms for Mom initially, it's impossible to expect any more than we will get now without tearing it down and starting from scratch.
Nit was not happy with the beams taking floor space in his pad where he crashes at night.
Have a good one!
If you are so inclined, I would appreciate a prayer for my cousin in MN with FTD who has started her passage to the every after.
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