Sometimes I regret my impulsiveness…
It seemed a smart money-saving idea at the time, but 57 feet is a lot of paneling, insulation and framing to rip out in a short period of time.
My husband did what he could to help me. But being asthmatic he couldn’t cope with the dust very well, especially when it came time to rip out the insulation. That’s when I sent him upstairs into the cleaner air.
I did my best to get everything pulled out, but ended up having to postpone the waterproofing install for a week to give me one more weekend to get everything finished.
Man, was I glad when it was finally done.
Pizza and beer never tasted so good!
