My friend Ron (who has his own tag
here) bought a house and just got access to it this week. He invited a bunch of people over this weekend to help do demo on walls and things. He said, it's a bit of a fixer-upper. We haven't seen him in a while1
, and I was glad to help out.
I took my work gloves and arrived as the fourth person on site. They were making a good job of wiping out the two walls separating what was probably the dining room from the living room and main hallway. I worked on removing a couple of cabinets and some shelves from the corners. The room was Pepto-Bismol Pink, so I understand why it had to go.
I made a run to OSH, where I realized that my nifty yellow vest jacket isn't the best choice to wear into an OSH. Just as I figured this out, someone tried to ask me for directions. Yup, different attire next time.
Upon my return, it was time to wipe out another wall. We had about 10 people present by this point. I may not have gotten to TKD today, but I did get to practice a few techniques on the wall. Four guys beating a wall down with their hands and feet. Testosterocity! We used the prybars to take down the 2x4s.
Half of the folks left for a run to the dump, while the rest of us worked on the shed in the back. I should explain a bit more at this point. This "shed" was two stories and wired for electricity. Three different sets of neighbors talked with us during this time: one set of next-door neighbors brought fresh chocolate-chip cookies and another talked over the back fence when they saw the roof of the shed come off: "The shed is going! Hooray!" Rumors suggested that up to five families were living on the property previously, between the main house, the shed, and the garage (also wired and with a toilet). Ut.
The shed demo had already had a couple of hours of work when I joined in. The interior was gutted, so we were down to removing the roof and knocking it down in a somewhat controlled manner. I climbed up to the second floor with Ron briefly, but the oscillations led him to suggest I reverse this idea: "Don't take this the wrong way, but I'd rather you weren't up here. If I get you killed, my other friends will never stop talking about it." Fair enough.
Then about 20 minutes later he invited me back up. I noted that I didn't think it had become more stable in the interim. "I'm rebalancing the trade-off between safety and getting this done." Heh, works for me. He needed a third person to help him and another fellow lift up enough of the roof that we could all stand up and get at the rest. Then we spent a while disassembling the second floor walls, while we were on the second floor. We are not OSHA approved.
We finally reached the point where the majority of the roof was loose and ready to come down. It looked to me and Ron that it would take the whole structure with it, so we all got down. Turns out that the blasted thing was much more sturdy, so the roof slid down but the other walls stayed. We spent another 20 minutes convincing the thing to come down. We only banged into one neighbor's garage in the process. I hope it wasn't the cookie folks.
My time was up, so I headed home. I'll be feeling the exertions tomorrow.1
He has a girlfriend now. We first learned about her back in March. He turned down our Christmas invite because they're going to Alaska to meet his parents. Might just be serious.