Carrying the 12 foot sheets upstairs was going to cost extra, and true to form, Chris didn't want to pay someone to do what he could do himself. But somehow, I managed to convince him to have the guys carry up at least half of what we needed.
Friday afternoon, our neighbor, Terry told Chris he was ready to get rolling on the drywall. He slapped together the little drywall lift he bought from Northern Tool, and they worked into the night getting the ceiling up in the living room.
We still hadn't decided on someone to finish the drywall, so Chris called yet another guy recommended to us by the drywall suppliers. He came out Saturday to look things over. Chris asked him to give a quote for hanging the upstairs and finishing the whole house, and he came back with a price that higher than two different Hispanic guys gave us for hanging and finishing the whole house.
So Chris asked him to give us another quote just for finishing.
I keep thinking about the Little Red Hen. I know the story of the Little Red Hen is a story about not being able to get help, but I think I'm going to rewrite it. In my version, the Little Red Hen will never be happy with either 1. they way other people will do the job that needs to be done or 2. how much it will cost Little Red Hen. Will Little Red Hen learn to let go and let others? Or, in a fatalistic end to the story, will Little Red Hen (or Rooster) pick up a mud knife and pan? We shall see.
In the mean time, Chris and Terry got a lot done this weekend...
2 comments:
WoohOO!!! Looks amazing!
You guys are amazing. We have a book from the 1950s called The Little Stone House by Berta and Elmer Haden. The story is about a family in the city who wanted a little bit of country to call their own. When they couldn't find the right house, they decided to built their own. I think you would enjoy it!
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