We came home to our 'town house' for dinner tonight. We're grilling some of our grassfed t-bone steaks and having a bottle of wine. V and I have been working all day and didn't even bother to bring the kids out to the acreage. We had J14 pick up the boys from their after school program on her way home.
I came downstairs after my shower wearing a sundress. The conversation that ensued was something like this:
V: You're dressed up, what's the occasion?
Me: I'm clean.
V: Yes, you are, but what's the occasion?
Me: Because I'm clean!!!
You can tell by this that I had been in desperate need of a shower when we got home. Today was the day of 'dirty work'. V actually had it much worse than I. He tackled dismantling the dark room which is ground zero of rodent infestation. The darkroom was essentially a closet that was lined with black plastic. The mice had gotten up on top of the plastic in the ceiling. There was enough mouse doo up there that it was running down the back of the plastic and pooling on the floor. V got kitted up to do battle:
Yes, that's a surgical scrub gown
For the guy who can handle anything, even he said he had a hard time not vomiting while he ripped down the plastic.
Then we both got down to dirty work removing the rotted fascia and soffit from part of the roof, installing venting and reconstructing.
There were several sections where birds have been getting in. The space in the center has already been partially cleared but the nesting material went back probably 3 or more feet. It all got pulled out with a hoe. Sorry Mama Robin, those eggs won't hatch. It was filthy work and we both had to wear masks while ripping down rotten boards and clearing nests. But behold:
It just needs the trim molding put back on but we're going to try to finish that tomorrow. We're forecast for possible thunderstorms tomorrow. I hope they miss us, we have too much to do. I go back to work on Monday and that will leave V doing most of the work himself.