This is a small room less than fourteen week square but it has been my curse for almost two weeks now. The plum room was a piece of cake. This room has not been. The floors were just good enough to give me problems removing them.
The floor joists have 16 inches on center perfectly every time. Many times that was all that saved me from falling through. My hips are wider than sixteen inches. I would hang and just bob there like a fishing cork on water.
I've also learned I do not want a second job as a high wire artist nor as a balance beam Olympian. I have little boards laid cross the 2 x 6's and travel carefully hauling the old wood to my pile on the front porch. There is no simple, easy way to do this. I just must get it done.
Hubby comes in and watches me, offers advice and tools but turns and leaves again.
Never fear. I shall persevere and complete my task, although not in a timely manner, it will be completed. I shall cheer and rejoice in the completed room.
Much like the forgotten pain of childbirth this pain will soon be forgotten. I'll have another project in the works as soon as the swelling goes down.
