Today was the day that a construction company came to my house to rip down a four foot section of the living room wall. When my husband and I bought our house four years ago, we knew about the leaking in the living room. This winter during the heavy downpours of rain, not snow, the ceiling was really leaking bad. My husband and I knew we couldn't delay repair anymore.
I came home from work around 11 am or so and saw drywall missing. The wood behind the drywall was very wet, still. The construction guys said, down the road we might have to replace drywall on the second floor our of house. Great! Along with the drywall, we had the guys rip down our ceiling tiles in the living room and entry way as well. Bye Bye ugly tiles! Man, the previous owner must have been smoking crack when he picked that out. Besides the pattern being nasty, when he installed it, if you want to call it that, the tiles weren't even straight. Loser.
After lunch, the construction guys came back. That was time for me to go upstairs, check the internet and continue reading, The Last Days of Marilyn Monroe by Donald H. Wolfe. After reading five chapters, I was getting tired. I took a nap around 1:30 pm and woke up around 4 pm. I guess I couldn't sleep through all of the banging around downstairs.
I really want to go downstairs, but there is nowhere to go. The construction guys and my husband are working in the living room and the entryway. All of our furniture has taken over the dining room. There is only a small path leading to the bathroom and kitchen. Blitzkrieg and Kelly, our two German Shepherds are outside waiting to come back in. Now, I sit waiting at the computer desk upstairs. How much longer? I don't know.
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