The drywall installer called on Monday and asked if he could have drywall delivered Tuesday. Of course I said of course, even though the house was too messy for them to deliver. They distribute drywall throughout the house so the installer doesn’t have to move it so far, so the floors need to be clear of construction material and debris. That meant I spent the rest of the day Monday and the morning on Tuesday clearing lumber from the garage and various insulation-related stuff from the house.
Here’s the first load going into the garage.
The truck has a long boom that picks up a stack of drywall and swings it around right to the door.
Neither the delivery guys nor the installers like to lug drywall up stairs, so they try to unload directly into each level of a house. Our floor is three steps up from the garage, so they used a bedroom window.
Our windows are double-hung, and made so that each sash comes completely out.
We (or the drywall people) are lucky I wanted deep windows in our bedroom. If you look at the closer window below, you can probably tell that it isn’t tall enough to unload drywall through. Our bedroom window is just tall enough.
The drywall just fits. Here is one of the delivery guys taking a few sheets into the bedroom.
At the extreme right of the photo you can see a little of the flexible silver duct the heating and AC contractor installed Monday. It will be used to blow warm air from the wood-burning stove in the living room to our bedroom.
I spent the rest of the day Tuesday building a small chase to hide that duct. In addition to that, I need to insulate a few more stud bays and put up my attic insulation measuring sticks. I cut about 80 20-inch long pieces of 2×4 to nail to the ceiling joists as depth indicators. I ripped them on my table saw at home right after lunch. During that process I did not cut off any body parts, but I did stick my left index finger into the spinning blade. It bled (not as much as I expected, being on a daily aspirin). I hurried inside, a little afraid to wash it and see how much damage I did. It chewed out a small bit of flesh and a little of the tip of the nail. It doesn’t hurt to speak of, which suggests to me that it got just enough of the tip of the finger to destroy the nerve endings. I think I’ll end up with a little scar there. And, of course, I’m finding out just how many times you use the letters f, g, t, r, c, and v when you type.
The delivery guys distributed the drywall to various places in the house, ready for the installer to start work. I expected to be ready for him by the weekend, but now I think it will probably be Thursday before I call him.
Glad your finger injury wasn’t too bad. I cringe now when I read about fingers and knives or saw blades in the same sentence. My poor sliced off finger pad didn’t heal quite right. It’s been almost five months, and there is still a sensitive bump and some swelling. Oh well. Now I’m afraid to use the sharp knife, and cutting onions gives me flashbacks. LOL. Hope all is well with your wound and you are on track with getting the house move-in ready. Good luck!
Robin — I forgot about your finger. I have always been wary of the blade on a table saw. It’s like working around a poisonous snake. And, unfortunately, the kind of cutting I was doing pretty much required taking off the attachment that’s supposed to shield the user from the blade.