We headed back out to the house last night for another night of ripping and hammering and destroying. The work is sufficiently destructive to be really exciting, possibly even more exciting and satisfying than actually construction.
Using our implements of destruction, we tore down huge chunks of plaster from the ceiling, ripped nails from the walls, tore out wood slats, and attacked rogue colonies of flies.
The only downside to all of this work is the incredible amount of dust that we create. Our faces, clothes, and presumably, lungs, are attacked by a nonstop cloud of dust that blankets everything. Our faces change colors rapidly, first being coated with a fine, white dust, then slowly blackening as we dig further into the different levels of the walls. The ceiling's insulation, disturbed by our hammerings, sprinkles gently on our skin, providing us with itchy rashes that remain until we have the opportunity to bathe.
But, it sure is fun.
Yesterday, David bought a radio, since our face masks and the noxious air prevent any real communication between us as we work. Amazingly, the cheap boom-box that we found had a "audio in" connection, which allowed us to work to the beats contained in my iPod library.
And so the time flew by, and before we knew it, the sun had gone down, the shadows ran deep, and our construction-style lights became a true necessity. We finished up late, bought some burgers and fries, and headed home to vegetate on the couch and rest up for today.
Tomorrow I plan to investigate a few more potential fishing spots, but today I have mostly worked to try and find employment for my upcoming journey to Asheville, NC. So far I have written to llama farms, backwoods cabin renters, landscaping companies, and myriad other places.
We'll see what turns up. That's all for now.
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