What comes down must get picked up eventually
When I tore everything out of the living room, I just piled it onto the porch.
This is what greeted Wes when he got home. Luckily I had Skyped with him earlier in the week so he had an idea of what was going on in his absence! LOL
I was going to put it all on the curb, nails and all, with a “FREE” sign on it…but then my neighbor said he’d take it and I didn’t want to give it to him with all the nails sticking out so I spent the day pulling nails out of all the 2×4’s and trim and stacking it neatly.
Then I decided I might as well reuse it myself and save a couple hundred bucks since it now looks like a nice, manageable pile of usable lumber!
I better bake some cookies for my neighbor now because I’m not delivering any wood.
Wonder if he wants a bunch of drywall scraps…?
‘Cause this crap is still sitting on my porch!
At it again. Looking forward to what’s next.
I wish I were your neighbor. Sigh.
I was wondering if your husband was home while you were demo’ing stuff. What is it about husbands being away that gives us the push to jump into messy projects. Perhaps it’s the irresistable allure of not having to explain each step and its possible outcome in excrutiating detail.
With my husband and me, it got to the point years ago where he didn’t even flinch at finding a pile of construction debris in the driveway or the front yard. He’d just come into the house and ask what I’d demolished THIS time.
No, and you can’t see much of my front porch from the road anyway so I don’t think anyone would complain if we did.
lol! you must not live in one of those neighborhoods with an uptight hoa ^_^