one morning when i was over at the house this past week we had an unpleasant return to a stage we had all hoped was long past: another wall came down. we’d known this particular wall was in bad shape–there was a huge chunk of concrete at the base that someone had used to try to repair it in the past. unfortunately–though predictably–the concrete had heaved and had to come out. you can see it in the photo below, beneath the window.
when they went to remove it, however, they discovered that there wasn’t much left to the wall without it. luckily no one was hurt–the guys ran pretty fast–but here’s what i saw when i came around the corner.
what happened next was some mad, mad shoring. because it’s an exterior wall, it carries a fair amount of roof, and though we could have put the ceiling beams in the room back up if they’d fallen, no one wanted that to happen if it could be prevented. a lot of grabbing of shoring poles and hurrying into the now somewhat dangerous room ensued. not to mention a lot of swearing. while they were working somewhat frantically–though, i have to say, also with a good deal of aplomb given the situation (it helped considerably that randy, the boss, also happened to be on site and immediately took charge)–i stood outside photographing and watching that huge crack above the collapsed wall portion visibly widening. the only thing holding it up was the bit of door frame you can see on the middle right of the photo. my heart was pounding like mad the entire time. not only did i not want that portion of the house to fall, i didn’t want it to fall on anyone!
once we were sure the ceiling wasn’t going to go (thank god!), it was time to knock down the rest of the wall.
on the bright side–better that this happen now rather than later, when someone might be sitting in the room, innocently eating potato chips on the couch or something. the silver lining is that this section of wall will now be brand new–and much more stable. by the afternoon, they’d already started the re-build.
never a dull moment, really, at our little house o’ mud.