We rock

Quitting time on Thursday. (The feet belong to a curiosity seeker who dropped by late afternoon.)

Half-inch wallboard now hangs in the great room at Jen's Old House in Dundas. Behind some of the wallboard are sheets of plywood, recommended by an engineer to strengthen the wide-open south wall of the 110 year old edifice.

Thursday morning.
Outside walls with insulation, plywood, then sheetrock.
Lots of mickey mouse cuts.

Sixteen penny nails secured the fresh plywood into the thick-cut century-old wall studs, giving a satisfying sense of strength and durability, perhaps good now for another 100 years.
Work on the Dundas home slacked off during the winter months. Jennifer has real jobs and lives in the small half of the building while the other half waits.
Now the goal is to sheetrock and finish off a kitchen and living area this summer. She's tired of  cramped temporary quarters and wants some of the finer things: like an oven. Stan spent the last week on the job in splendid isolation, time to think and contemplate life's meanings, while Jen tended to work and other important matters. And now he's won the bid to mud and tape the big room.
One good thing. He won't be able to complain about the quality of work performed by the guy who hung the rock.
Should keep him out of trouble and off the golf course for a while.

Thursday afternoon.
Retirees last longer when they arrange to sit on the job as much as possible. This handy chair has been put to work on
many projects over the years. It was donated by a friend, Al Furie, in 1984 when he  moved into a new office.