a cover up

We enter a new phase now that the walls are covered. The drywall crew was back this morning, but when I went by, they were in their truck. Meanwhile the cellulose insulation truck was there. I'm not sure if there was a connection or if it was just break time.

Meanwhile one insulation guy was stuffing bats into the basement studs' cavities. Others may have been at the end of that big hose, blowing insulation into the attic. I didn't check.


In the afternoon we headed back. Ginnie hadn't seen any of the rooms with drywall. It certainly changes the appearance when you can't see through walls. We also checked the mail (a weak excuse for driving to the site) as we are getting some mail there. No one was working. Sheetrockers done, scraps stacked in the garage for a trip to a recycler somewhere.

Looking from the front to back, dining area, through kitchen, to living room. Lots of dust everywhere, and the taping and sanding hasn't started!

Living room. 

MBR.

130 gallons of spackle. It boggles the mind.











When we bumped into Paul B. Tuesday, one thing he mentioned that he might be able to get us a foot more space in the 'sitting area' a.k.a. office/computer spot upstairs. It is constrained by headroom coming up stairs. Sure enough, when we stopped by this afternoon, the floor had been extended a foot (from yesterday). And the ceiling underneath sported a patch of a foot before the drywall crew left. He is building dozens of houses all over the place at the same time, yet he manages to tweak things he had said months ago he would try to do . Very impressive.