War zone? No, a window

 

Yes, this is what my lovely "Sorensen Family Guest Room" looks like. It's not a war zone, but sure feels like it. Mike's been battling that 10 inch thick concrete for a couple of weeks now. First digging the huge hole for the window well, ( we did have some neighbors help with the first half!) , Then came the Sawing, drilling, now jack-hammering. You know, we knew we bought a well- built home when we purchased it clear back in the 90's and this (and the addition in 2020) has certainly confirmed it. It's our " we hope to live here until we die at a ripe old age" house. 

Here's a few more photos. What a mess! But it will be nice when it's all finished. Hopefully soon. There WAS a window in this room, but when we put on the addition, that window was covered. Since it's a bedroom, an egress window is required to pass inspection.

So much dirt to go . ..  . Where? 

Saw cuts are made and it's a muddy mess. 

Mike got a hole started, but when Doug came with the right kind of hefting straps, come-alongs and know-how, it made a world of difference. Mike had the right idea, just not the perfect implementation.

This is how dusty/dirty Doug and Mike were AFTER  they hosed off with a pressurized air hose. Mike said he washed his hair four times that night before he was clean.

Ew. Don't sit anywhere in this house!  Of course he doesn't. He usually even peels out of the dirty stuff before even coming inside.  Or, I beat him off with a broom.

Once upon a time, Damian lived in this corner of our unfinished basement. Mike said this was part of an anti-establishment essay he wrote on the bare concrete in Sharpie. It's been covered all these years. And now is heading to the dump, or where ever concrete goes to be recycled. Right now, it's in our front yard. I'll bet the neighbors just love that-- more piles of construction debris.

So much pulverized concrete dust! (cough, cough)

Out by the bucket-ful from the inside.