The weekend was a wash out. We didn’t get any work done on the boat. On Saturday afternoon, we stripped wallpaper from the walls of the guest room. It’s a pain in the ass job. The best method we’ve found for our walls is using a Sonic Crafter oscillating tool with the scraper attachment. With a little force most of the layers of wallpaper peel off. In some areas we need to go back and do some detail work. The walls under all the wallpaper are a terracotta color. It feels kinda chalky?
We switched off scraping throughout the afternoon—my hands couldn’t handle the vibration. In about fours hours we got majority of the room done. My enthusiasm for our speed was abandoned when we discovered bad cracking and damage on the inside wall. We started jacking up the house when we first moved in and the damage was due to house being lifted. At this point I gave up. The wall in all likelihood will have to be replaced, so why waste my energy? We had a huge mess on the floor and I was hungry. I took a shower and Greg finished up stripping the damage wall. He’s much more patient then me.
On Sunday, I cleaned up the entire room top to bottom. Taking care to wipe down all the walls and floor so that the dust wouldn’t travel all over the house. I took a two hour nap feeling overwhelmed by the project again. The project consumes you to the point that you live in denial of it. Mess, wood, and tools fill our rooms but I hardly notice it anymore. In a way I find it amazing what you can deal with when you have no other choice. I realize I’m sounding a bit dramatic but you have days when you feel like giving up and wonder why you are torturing yourself. I would kill for a bathroom that smelled nice and didn’t have stained vinyl on the floor.