if my nails will ever be the same but the framing of the house is finished. My dad rocks, what can I say? Every contractor, electrician, plumber, etc. I've talked to raised a skeptical eyebrow when I said that my dad was coming to frame the remodel of our kitchen, dining, laundry room expansion. It was a complicated project involving a wall upon which the entire ceiling of the dining and kitchen rested and upon which the roof was braced. It doesn't help that our 1950's custom home had a few 'custom' surprises. I'm pretty sure that any contractor I hired would have told me it couldn't be done.
I wouldn't have let anyone BUT my dad do it. He's the best 63-year-old framer there is. Well, okay, he might be the only 63-year-old framer out there. :) But to give you an idea, I went out to talk to the plumber and came back a bit later to find he'd put up a wall and hung all the ceiling joists in the new dining area. I learned alot of new tricks today. The roto-hammer was less than exciting but I lost about a lb of sweat getting those anchors into the concrete and weight loss of any kind is always a good thing. Heh. Probably the most fun I had today was operating the 30lb demolition hammer. Truth be told, after just having surgery I think I violated about every prohibition my surgeon set- but it felt good to actually do a little something, anything. My dad calls my circular saw the "Barbie Saw"- I got a little Makita saw because I can actually lift it.
My new house is bee-yoo-tiful. I sat there in the new empty space and thought, "We'll never be able to sell this house now. How do you sell a house that your dad built for you?" (So, I know he didn't build the whole thing but the part he did build is fabulous.)
I also worked today. I also thought alot about doing laundry and showering but never got to either because I was working and trying to stay on top of everything going on at the house. Finally, I need to do the last two years of taxes. Yikes!