Plastered
For the plumb and level police, this one was not, like the previous photograph, taken with a fisheye lens. However, it is a composite, poorly done, but illustrative of something. To get an full view of the sunroom, I would need to stand in the hallway, but that would involve knocking out a kitchen wall.
The best part of this job, any job, is having others do the work. Monday, Hung turns the floor into concrete. That reminds me, eighteen bags of sand mix will be delivered tomorrow. Are you home in the morning, Adam?
Home and hungry fer some haulin’! Bring it on (not to paraphrase The First Cowboy)!
What this image, artfully composited as it may be, does not have the detail to show, are the chalk lines snapped into the wet plaster to guide the craftsmen in creating the military-pants-pleat-crisp seams the unreasonable homeowner requested. But for a wobble here or there, it’s some pretty fine work.
We have a dehumidifier going in the room to assist the plaster in not creating its own ultra-humid microclimate as it dries.
Comment by stepanfetchit — July 18, 2003 @ 5:08 pm
Fifty-three entries ago (or so it seems), you promised pictures from the Evansville trip. Not that we don’t like seeing the progress on the addition, we do. But Mikey, while we wait for you to keep your word, a group of people could die of anticipation, at least those not cryogenically preserved.
Comment by The Fan Club — July 18, 2003 @ 6:45 pm
I just returned from dinner at Steve and KarenÃs, with Richard and Jacquie – sans poor Diane sick in bed with a cold that makes breathing and sleep impossible – and feeling full of rare red meat, salad and the peachiest of peach cobblers (I didnÃt eat it all in one fell scoop, Adam). Pop up the blog and like the guy who still chuckles at Harold LLoyd hanging from the hour hand, I get to the words in parentheses and begin to laugh. IÃm hoping Saturday.
Comment by Promiser — July 18, 2003 @ 11:04 pm