Well, you know the saying, life returns? That’s how I feel about the last 2 years, really, since I moved back into the house. Once I established a semi-working kitchen, a mocked up bathroom, and a dining room converted into a bedroom, I just sorta ‘lived’. My work is pretty demanding (I am a traveling IT consultant) and my client load has been incredible for the last 24 months.
I don’t know what ‘clicked’ but over Christmas, I decided to get my butt back in gear. Although getting rid of the first floor hardwood, subfloor, and scrubbing the bejeezus out of the first floor floor joists, a lingering smell continued to pervade the house. As bad as the previous smellpalooza? No. But every time I walked into the house after a week’s business trip (and trust me, I’m on the road the majority of weekdays) I would smell that ‘dank’ smell, my eyes would start to burn, and I’d get slight congestion in my chest. And, this is after installing two BlueAir air purifiers with carbon air filters. Now, I will say, I have an intense biological reaction to anything foreign in my body, be it prescription drugs, scented laundry detergent, whatever….so I’m sure some of it is just me. But, it had come to the point I was sick and tired of being sick and tired.
So, what did this mean? I had been debating on whether to pull up the 2nd floor hardwood for quite a while. I hated to lose one of the last vestiges of history in the house, but I strongly suspected there was plenty of cat pee soaked into the both the HWF and the subfloor. I had collected estimates last fall to remove the floors, but I could never get the availability to work out with my very limited availability for a demo (hard to schedule with a normal work schedule, almost impossible when I am only home, on average, 72 hours a week).
But, I got darn lucky over Christmas. I had a very quiet work schedule over the holidays, and one of my favorite floor guys could squeeze me in on New Years Eve. Hallelujah. Up they went, quickly and efficiently ripping up the 400 square feet of hardwood upstairs. Noisy as hell, but great. But, as they were carrying down the pieces of HWF, I started to notice dust in the kitchen. Then it dawned on me to look up. Dang, I forgot that I don’t have a ceiling in the kitchen. All my kitchen, including my open wire rack shelving with all my canned/boxed goods, was now covered in a fine (and not so fine) layer of sawdust and dust. Dang.
However, the good news was it was a very good move to remove the subfloor. I, and my allergies, are not crazy. I have lots and lots of cat pee to remove from the subfloor, including this lovely spot.
Just a professional gal who loves old houses. Who strives for a balance between city and country living. And who'd like to leverage her new town's bike culture, to get back into gear...both mentally and physically.