Dust Bowl Days
Today marks Day Three of our installation of a new basement floor to replace the one ruined by last year’s flood. The work crew has been here since Wednesday, and I’m at home this morning holding down the fort until Vic relieves me.
This time we went for tile instead of vinyl laminate, as it will allegedly hold up better should we ever have another flood. The downside is that the last three days have been filled with the nigh-constant sound of tile being cut with a rotary saw. Meanwhile, the dust is everywhere. It’s amazing just how far it travels. I’m upstairs in the living room, and even here I can feel myself being coated with a thin layer of dust.
Reportedly the work will be finished tomorrow, which means I’ll spend this weekend dragging shit back down into the basement! Woo?
Updated: It will not be finished tomorrow. In fact, they can’t come back ’til Tuesday. Meanwhile, most everything that was in the basement will remain upstairs, and there’ll be no point in cleaning. Oh, and did I mention we’ve now got a leak in our bathroom ceiling? Fun times, fun times.
Further Updated: Turns out the thin layer of dust upstairs is nothing compared to the thick layer of dust downstairs. Vic and I had to embark on a minor cleaning binge just to maintain a small semblance of sanity over the next few days. If this thing isn’t wrapped up by Wednesday, there will be hell to pay.