Pole Sanding

Chad said that "Sand the Wall. Make it Smooth. Eat its Flesh." was too obscure of a reference to Lord of the Flies (and too creepy to boot) to title this entry. But that's what we've been doing for the last three days. Not eating flesh. Floating and sanding dry wall (with the assistance of our trusty, stilts-wearing contractor and Mike, Greg and Dad). Through this process, we have discovered that Chad is a downright talented pole sander. There's not a bump on the ceiling that's safe while he's around.

Here's the west wall of the kitchen... all mudded, sanded and sealed up. Maybe you can also see our new can lights. Normally I'm not a huge fan of the recessed lighting, but it makes a huge difference in opening up (and brightening up) this low-ceilinged room.



And here's the east wall of the kitchen. See the holes? Those will be behind cabinets, so we don't care!



And here's one of the former closets. Again, all mudded, sanded and sealed up.



And finally, here's the new porch that brothers Mike and Greg and my Dad constructed on their busy weekend of construction fun. It's a much more manageable size than before, doesn't have termites (yes, they were eating the porch, too!), won't encourage future termites (no wood-to-ground contact), and was lovingly constructed with spaces for potted plants to reside. Chad and I feel so fortunate that they decided to spend some of their vacation helping us work on this project. We got so much more accomplished this weekend than we ever could have without them.



Tomorrow the texturing begins.