The demolition party was an exhilarating but humbling experience. Eager volunteers dismantled and tore down large sections of This Odd House. They did more than I ever expected, but I learned that demolition is a lot harder and more involved than I thought.
It is easy to become overwhelmed, but my friends and family all provided encouragement (despite their concern about my clear thinking in taking on this project), and on Sunday, the day after D-Day, Tony joined me to help take down the soffits. There is still much to remove and I was discouraged, but he portrayed a future conversation we might have, a reminiscence between friends hanging out in a modern kitchen, talking about those old soffits with the odd embedded speakers that intruded the space, and how one Sunday long ago, we took on the task of bringing them down.
Demolition, one obstacle at a time.
Miscellaneous demolition tools.Poldi, initiating the kitchen removal.In case we need to find those wires.Tile and sheetrock removal techniques demonstrated by John.Maggie in high demolition fashion– cap, glasses, gloves.Checkerboard countertops, 86-ed.This picture does not capture the verbal experience.Careful removal of the marquee lighting.Triumphant removal by Nick.Preparing for cat-perch ceiling destruction.Becca brings it down.The sink, finally extracted.Plumbing booby traps.Nick and Andy, despite power tools and Mjollnir class hammers, are stymied by the cat perch.John explains the possible collateral damage of bringing down the metal wall.But is overridden by a mother-daughter demolition team.Tony attacks the soffits.And exposes the chimney.Messages from the past.Tony looks through an opening from the formerly useless pantry. Lighting control central is to the left.
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