three cheers for old houses: hip, hip, fuck it.

[constance]

So if you're anything like me, it has often occurred to you to wonder, in between rounds of reading porn on the internet, what happens to a sheet of plaster three feet long, two feet wide, and three quarters of an inch thick when it falls from a height of eleven feet.







Also, here's a gratuitous picture of the dog post-cleanup, because the camera was already out and because he was sitting so sweetly without even being asked. Amazing.

Comments

[laurelwood.livejournal.com]

I'm so sorry your plaster decided to free itself from the ceiling! Lath and plaster is so much more beautiful than sheetrock, but oyyyyy, what a pain in the ass it is. We had our entire interior replastered right before Zoe was born, and now, just 10 years later, it's a network of cracks again. I'm very, very glad nobody was under that chunk when it made a break for the floor!

Leory is just gorgeous, isn't he? So glossy and happy-looking! You'd think, looking at that picture, that he spends his life posing, but I know he's usually a blur when you get the camera out.

[tofty.livejournal.com]

I am SO NOT LOOKING FORWARD to getting estimates for repairs. Is this sort of thing covered by homeowner's insurance? Guess I need to find out. Most of my plaster is in pretty good shape, but besides this spot there are a few other places in need of repair, and plastering isn't something I feel I can tackle on my own -- seems like it's a dying art, too, which means expensive. :((

It really is gratifying when Leory sits still for me to take pictures! I think in this case he was a little freaked out by the falling sky, and also by my teeth-grinding and fuming. I maybe should fume and arrange more household disasters to keep him tractable. Or maybe I should make a chart first, measuring the advantages to keeping Leory freaked out against the disadvantages of having to make household repairs on a weekly basis.