Jonah and I came home from Story Time at the library this morning and saw the pickup parked in the front yard, backed up to the porch. Now what is that all about??
Hey... What's going on here, anyway?
What is he DOING?? Aaaaack!
It's another project. Yes. ANOTHER project. There truly is no end.
Excuse me while I cry and bewail my fate in life. And cry. I'm gonna... cry.
A'right. I'm better. SO. Nathan decided that today is a good day to knock out the old brick chimney that has stood from the basement to the roof, passing through the downstairs, upstairs and attic. It was royally ugly. And useless. The people who lived here before we did were deluded enough to actually use it and guess what? They had a chimney fire. So we've had this eyesore here, but have not used it. So today, it came out. The plan is that we will run the double-wall insulted pipe through this area and put the woodstove there, but without the old chimney.
Nathan started from the roof, and knocked it down, brick by sooty, old brick, and dropped them all down through the opening into the wheelbarrow parked in the livingroom. Ever seen how fast and hard a brick falls from the roof into your living room? No? It's quite something. I was feeling a little shell-shocked.
I hung around near the wheelbarrow to clear brick-blockages and such. I made Jonah stay far away because I was having nightmares of him getting clocked by a flying brick.
And slowly... the chimney got smaller.
Nathan had help from an Amish neighbor toward the end.
And... The chimney is gone!
And! I have a skylight!
As well as a fine layer of soot and mortar dust coating everything in the entire house, upstairs and down.
P.S. Look at the pretty horses! In my yard! Horses!