It’s confession time.

Never in my life did I ever even dream that I would do what I did.

But I did it.

 

Pop never gets charged for anything I do and he has a rental cottageturnedintoanallseaonhouse that is between tenents. Last tenant just bought his own place after 15 years in pop’s rental so needless to say it needed the spruce.

So sure, help pop. Pop always gets what he wants as far as I’m concerned.

Place was, well, pretty beat up and previous renovations, if that’s what they can be called, left much to be desired.

So we are already in the ‘let’s be real it’s just a rental’ mode when pop decides he wants to cover over the old wallpapered plasterboard walls with new drywall.

Well, what pop wants…

 

So there I am with my stack of 3/8ths sheetrock and an old who knows what framing hidden behind old plasterboard in a like 12x30something living/dining split in half by a strange 1inch drop in the floor and an 8foot wide footdeep arched opening some one placed there with strange old 4x4s occasionally running horizonally partway in parts of the walls and also in some verticals discovered in the what do we have here anyhoo search and ten, yep count ’em, ten windows and three doors in these two rooms.

Needless to say I really didn’t want to get involved in this non-paying gig

but what pop wants…

 

So I says to pop,
‘Pop, some of these walls have the trim covering the studding over that old plasterboard and there’s nothing to screw to so we should just clean off the old wallpaper and remove that old painted masking tape on the seams of the old plasterboard, retape and skim coat something and that would take care of the painted masking tape insul-celluous blow in holes you have in there too.’ snorK*

nah, pop wants to cover with drywall and whatever pop wants…

I try a last ditch effort telling him it can’t be done and to have his grandson’s start to remove the wallpaper.

He later comes back and tells me to angle the drywall screws.

 

heh heh 
hmmm…

 

So then after mulling it all over I get ta thinkin’. You ever get ta thinkin’?

Supposing I could take off all the trim on these ten windows and three doors and the baseboard and then reinstall and mess with fillerboards in the jambs yada yada and the complication of farting around with that lovely grided drop ceiling or… or…

Sometimes it is a true statement that the shortest distance between two points is a straight line.

So with a new appreciation of humility born from necessity I did what ever other redblooded american boy would do in a similar situation.  

I did it.

I angled drywall screws.

 

 

be just an entertainment inspired story bought to you, kinda Buck style, and at no cost, as a public service of Taunton’s University of Knowledge FHB Campus where sometimes excellence just isn’t worth the reward. 

 

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Edited 3/30/2008 12:35 pm ET by rez