...but rarely get one.
The engineer pointed. "There's a bridge at that spot, Richard, and the General doesn't like it."
Harper grinned. "That means there's going to be one bloody big bang."
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Sharpe's Eagle, Bernard Cornwell
Well, it wouldn't be a spring weekend at Osage if I wasn't knocking holes in the wall. Or repairing a hole knocked in the wall at some earlier date. Or knocking holes myself that I'll have to repair at some point in the future.
I've been working on the dining room for some time now, trying to make the electrical make sense, the walls plumb, the windows less drafty. Saturday was the day for the wall adjacent to the kitchen/living room. The plan: widen the doorway to the living room to seven feet or so, to let more light in and open up the space as much as possible.
I started removing drywall to assess the underlying frame and found siding. That I found siding on what was once an exterior wall is hardly surprising in this house, seeing as my uncle took every shortcut imaginable when he rebuilt the old farmhouse in 1954. Why strip off the siding when you can just throw drywall up over it? No one will ever know.
Indeed.
So, my dining room looks like a bomb went off in it. Yep, pretty much a normal weekend.
Oh, we're having a party in ten days. I'm not panicked. Yet.