Extension!

Day 14.

Last Day of The Dumpster!

Just kidding! We paid $40.00 to keep it another four more days. AMEN! I'm sure we could have really scrambled and called in some emergancy backups lured to help with kosher hotdogs and frozen pizzas.... but we decided to take the more realistic, and less exhausting route to finish up this dumpster.

I told Rick that this dumpster had given me mixed feelings. (You know it's bad when a dumpster makes you have feelings.) One, I have felt overwhelmingly stressed about it. It's so big, it's so tall, we only have two weeks, how are we going to get all this plaster out of the third floor, yada, yada, yada. Joined with this feeling was this strange sense of... "Ahhh...." a blissful sort of "ah". Out of the last fourteen days I spent almost four of those days doing NOTHING involving the dumpster. I just sort of said, no, nuh-huh, no way, not today. So I had these two distinct strange feelings which mixed together to an uncertain sort of feeling. In the past we've been able to fill up a dumpster in under a week, and then had a week to fart around filling it up with random junk. Not this time! So much dumpster, so much junk, so little time! As of right this minute, we're about 85% full. Almost ready to close the back gate of the dumpster and figuring out how to fill up every last inch of this 8+ foot tall dumpster.

                                     

My friend Nora came to help out  a couple of the dumpster days, she thought it was a blast. I remember when I thought dumpster days were a blast too. Now I find myself spending every night in bed filing my battered nails into a normal shape, digging dirt out of from under them, and sticking around ten bandaids to myself. As I sit here and do this, I try to give myself pep talks that there will be an end, this is all worth it, I am not dying and no, everything can't hurt this bad when I get old. 

Then I pass out for the night.

I enjoy taking various post-dumpster/renovating "selfies". I feel pretty stupid as I do them, but eventually I find myself having a few pictures that help me really remember how I feel/felt at that exact moment in time.  I posted this picture to this on our Instagram, I captioned it....

"Tiny scratches along my bottom eye lids, gritty sand between my teeth, filling my bra and covering the floor when I unbutton my shorts to pee. A wanna be tan line that disappears after a real good scrubbing. Too many bruises to count, more scraped than my first year on a bike, parts of fingernails missing, banged up knuckles that just won't heal. Pieces of plaster and sand fall from my hair as I let out a few gnarly hacking coughs trying to rid my lungs of inevitable dust. Bandaged wounds, dried out skin, stinging eyes, yellow and purple bruises, shredded finger tips and lots of tiny hives are all that are left every night after a long shower. At least we're one day closer to finishing our dream house."

I don't have to read that caption, when I look at this, I know exactly how I am feeling.  

        

One of the days that Nora came over, she helped me with my crazy tube idea. I had constructed a PVC pipe ladder like structure to help keep this tube in place, and lend as a backbone to keep the junk going down from bouncing on the tile roof and to keep it stiff and straight. We then sewed and stapled a thick plastic tarp to it to create the tube, the chute.

Renting one of those huge garbage chutes you see on the side of big buildings is ridiculously priced, not to mention gigantic and difficult to put together. The only thing we had to worry about getting from the third floor down near the dumpster was all the broken plaster we smashed off of the wooden lathed walls. I completely refused to carry  hundreds of buckets filled with plaster up and down from the third floor to the dumpster. So I had to be innovative. The tarp chute eventually tore and trying to patch it was pretty much impossible.  So chute number two came into fruition.

                     

Four or so hours of working on chute number two I had built one hell of a plaster chute! This time I chose canvas. It was more resistant to tears, it is patchable if it does get a tear, it's washable if needed and it's way easier to sew. I had a few other top secret things for it too to make it such a success. But if you want to know what those are, you're just going to have to give me some money and i'll tell you how to build this bad boy and for it to last and be reused and built to the exact needs you have. :)

(If you're some kind of investor who would like to invest in my idea and sell it to the average house renovator shopping at Lowes or Home Depot, I'll let you buy my design ( a much nicer constructed one than my first product) for the low price of paying off our three mortgages and my student loans. Then you can keep all of the rest of the profits. Serious.)

We did manage to get a clog somehow, right around the time Rick started putting stuff down it. :) The whole thing ripped itself off the window sill and plunged to the ground. Another hour of repairs and it was back up and running again better than ever.

Along with everything in my body hurting, I've reached a point of not caring about anything but the dumpster. I broke a few laws of Allie this week, like never going out in public/ letting people see me with out my basic go to makeup.  :( Also, I gave up on trying to be a perfect little hostess and cleaning the guest room and bathroom, and the entire house. Thanks dad, Michelle and Cory for understanding and being so cool with such a horrible, horrible mess the house is in. I started to do laundry two weeks ago. Some of it is done and still sitting in the baskets, some of it has been washed a few times already just to be worn again to be covered in dust, dirt, and plaster, and a lot is still sitting behind me in it's organized piles waiting to be washed. 

This is a pretty decent example of how the house looks all over the place.  This is higher up on the dusty scale because these are our third floor stairs, where most of the major wreckage is happening. But the whole house, is haunted house dusty.

These pictures below are a few days old. We have taken out even more from the third floor. 

As you go down the three pictures, I am just slowly moving my camera to the left from the corner I am standing in. Where you see wood 2x4s on the ceiling and floors, is where a wall used to be. 

This picture is opposite the pictures above. Now you're looking at the corner  I was taking picture from.

In other news, my canna lilies are starting to pop out of the ground! I'm so excited! I planted almost 300 bulbs! And Henry now has a soccer ball and basketball, both of which he as managed to pop, but still loves to play with them and run around with them in his mouth. 

AND! May 29th is my HALF BIRTHDAY! YAYAYAYAY!

I LOVE HALF BIRTHDAYS!

Once the dumpster is gone and the house is sort of tidied up a bit, I am going to make a youTube video of the whole house, so you can get a better sense of what the hell is going on in the house!