After months of debate, discussion, planning, et al, the contractor showed up yesterday morning to start fixing the broken beams in the attic. Last night I stuck my head up in the attic, and at least for a few days, we have a tarp for a roof.
Then came the phone call you never want to get.
“A 2×4 brace slipped and went through your bedroom ceiling. Don’t worry, we’ll fix it.”
Merry Christmas. Love, your neighborhood contractor.
Update: It’s in our bedroom. Contractor called it a “minor” hole – in the grand scheme of things this is a minor hole. I guess in the world of home repair, a “major” hole would be the one that opens up in the ground and swallows the house whole.
Some people pay good money to have a skylight put in the master bedroom. My lucky day. I can wake up tomorrow morning with a beautiful view of … an attic.
Hope these pieces don’t fall on Elizabeth in the middle of the night. It is her side of the bed.
And now, some long-awaited, post-dated photo updates. They may not all show up on this page, so check the links to the left.