What a Drip! (Part 5)

OK, so much for limited use of the great room. The weekend is here and I'm afraid that "limited use" of the great room only means we have a slightly wider path between the kitchen and the master bedroom than we did the rest of the week. The crew made a few more discoveries yesterday as they were digging out the insulation that came into contact with water, so that took up more time than they had hoped. It seems that we did have some issues with our proper vents - one or two of them had somehow gotten pushed in - blocking the cold air chamber needed for proper ventilation. How did it happen? Who knows, but the company is being great about everything. But, we're still living in a bubble with no sign of it popping until they return on Thursday - if then. 

Here's how things looked at the end of the day yesterday.

You can see our bedroom door in this last shot.

The smell is a little obnoxious - akin to rubber cement. Fine if you're doing a craft project, but it's not an odor you want permeating your entire house. It makes us wonder if we'll ever get our beloved pine smell back again. We're leaving our bedroom door shut for now. I'm finding it necessary to increase my allergy meds, but I only have a mild headache today - which may or may not be related to the smell.

The crew's plan for Thursday is to finish the final prep work upstairs and hopefully finish all the spraying. Even if that is accomplished, it's totally out of the realm of possibility that all the boards they removed could be reinstalled on Friday - even if we didn't have to measure and cut new boards to replace boards that were ruined. So, we're at a standstill. Thankfully, it's snowing today and we have more in the forecast. That gives Steve something to do, as he goes stir crazy if forced to just sit around.

Steve and I had a long talk over our coffee this morning, and we both admitted feeling better today - mentally and emotionally. This crew is being very thorough, and the work they're doing should spell the end of our problems. As inconvenient as this is, it would have been worse a year from now - or even a month from now. For example, the fact that Steve had not quite finished the ceiling in the last guest bedroom upstairs meant that we didn't need to take down any boards in that room. One of the crew members was able to climb through the unfinished area of the ceiling and shimmy down along the other side of the wall to reach areas that would have otherwise been very difficult to access. We're thankful for things like that.

All is well (with our souls) in the Keweenaw.