Well, last week ended in a big fuss with the discovery of some asbestos tiles in the floor. With that thought we called the main contractor, who reassured us that the stuff in the walls is some sort if plaster over lathe, not asbestos. So the only thing to worry about were some floor tiles. These turn out to not be a source of contamination unless they're damaged.
Fortunately, they are tough and only one is exposed this week while my sister is visiting. Turns out these tiles are pretty standard in a house 75-100 years old, they usually can be removed intact, and clearing out for a day should be enough. When they do the floor, not right now.
We hung plastic anyway, since the exposed plaster is very dusty. Everything is thoroughly covered. We can exist.
The contractors are returning on The 23rd to remove the wall!
I'll miss having a bathroom on the first floor. I won't miss my dishwasher in the middle of the floor. (yes, the bathroom is _that_ small)
My Uncle's funeral went well. I got to spend some good quality time with my Aunt and some cousins I rarely see. My family is so small. The contrast with my family-in-law is pretty extreme.
~Simbelmynë
