I said this morning I’d be drywalling all day. I was, sort of. I finished a second wall of the bedroom, but ambition to cover the longest wall got derailed by my ambition to do it right.
That wall was the exterior wall of the original 14 x 24 cabin. Presumably the blocked-off doorway was the back door. But shortly after Jim Beam and Jack Daniels built the “big chicken coop” (as the builder’s great grandson, who works at the lumberyard calls it), they added the bedroom wing, covered all that over, and I never knew what to expect until The Wandering Monk and I began tearing stuff down.
One of the unexpecteds is that the long walls of the original of the house lean inward. It doesn’t appear to have been an accident. It’s too consistent. In any case, both my four-foot level and my eyeballs tell me that wall leeeeeaaans. So I spent the day shimming it out.
Doesn’t look as if it should have taken all day, does it? But it was tricky getting each ascending shim — from the 1/4″ thick lath at the bottom to the 1 x 2s backed by eight layers of tar paper at the top — to exactly the right depth. And to do as much as possible with materials on hand.
It’s not pretty, but it’s going to make the result a whole lot prettier. I’m quite pleased with myself tonight.
Tomorrow, the drywall. These will be big pieces again. I’m only putting up two of the three that go on that wall. The Monk will be here next week to frame closets and I’ll recruit him to help me raise the last giant slab in the room.
My goal is to be moved into the bedroom by the end of January. That may be ambitious given all that has to be done (closets, floor repair and finishing, wall mudding and texturing, and more). But it’s satisfying to be making progress.
Not to mention squaring this old trapezoidal parallelogram, possibly quadra-dimensional tesseract, of a house.