|Ryan's new trade, brick laying.|
Monday, March 14, 2011
It's been a busy week at the house. We got a plumber in who is willing to tackle our pipes. So that's a step in the right direction. Ryan was also working on getting all of the trash out of our house before we said farewell to the big pink dumpster. Of course, once Ryan started tearing down the moldings and plaster around the windows (so he could throw it all in the dumpster) he noticed that the bricks were loose. No bueno. So the most recent project he's been working on is re-pointing the bricks and boy is that a slow process.
We also have no idea what's in the dust between the brick mortar and the walls. Is it lead? Is it asbestos? Needless to say, we keep our masks on. Caley has also become quite the acrobat. Last night I was cleaning some of the bricks with Ryan and of course, Caley had managed to weasel her way downstairs (we've tried just about everything to keep her on the second floor). Next thing I know I hear Caley whining and Ryan's like, "She's probably down the basement." So I look down the basement (which consists of me looking through the floor boards) and sure enough, she's on the bar down the basement. Just as I start to get concerned, she jumps up (probably a good 3 or 4 feet) catches on to the joists and pulls herself back up to the first floor. Crisis averted.