It seems like I've been living in the midst of dust and debris for about a decade (I only exaggerate a little), but it's still not worth cleaning the house because we'll just make another mess within a day or two.
We've hauled load after load to the dump, but there's still more to be hauled. (OK - I actually went with Joe to the dump with exactly one load; he's taken the rest himself. But I have helped load them all onto the truck, if that counts for anything!)
The tear out is almost complete; the last part to go will be the bathroom walls, which will be gone sometime this week.
There's a lot left to do, and nothing, but nothing is complete. Nor is it ready to be completed.
Living here right now is a bit of an adventure.
I still have a sink in the kitchen, and the microwave and fridge in the dining room work just dandy.
I can't turn the air conditioner on - there are too many holes in the walls and it would be unable to keep up with the airflow. Fortunately for me, the weather's been unseasonably rainy and cool.
This weekend's priority will be to insulate the walls; according to the forecast, I'm about to the end of my cool-weather grace period. I've scheduled the furnace company to come out next Thursday to run the new ducts and move the air conditioner to its permanent home.
As hard as it is to see right now, we are making progress. The framing carpenter is done, and the house is weatherproof. I finally quit dithering and ordered all the tile, which got delivered today. My brother will be back next week to work on the plumbing.
I'm still hoping I'll have a semblance of order here by the end of the summer. It'll take a bit longer than I'd planned, since I'll need to finish building my kitchen cabinets without Ron's help, but I'll get there.
One step at a time.