Floor Story

08/15/2013

After ripping out the kitchen pops headed home and Hita left to hang out with some friends in the city. So I had the place to myself. I decided to attack the floor in the hallway. As much as I love the 50′s red faux-marble, it had to go.

I suspected that there was some sort of wood flooring below and in about 10 minutes the floor looked like this:

So they’re not perfect and were once painted mustard yellow but overall the hallway floor is in really good shape. Theeeeeen Dre showed up, and all hell broke loose. Dre convinced me that there’s probably more of that floor below the multiple layers of kitchen floor.

I really hate the step up into the kitchen and it would be nice to have all natural hardwood throughout the house. So we started tearing out the plywood in a corner of the room, just to see what might be below.

If you look closely, below one layer of vinyl, one layer of paper, one layer of plywood, one layer of linoleum, one more layer of paper, another layer of linoleum, and a final layer of paper, you can see the lines of the fir floors continuing into the kitchen. Mind. Blown.

Inviting Dre over was the best idea ever. Dre whipped out a skill-saw from his “survival” kit in his trunk (wtf?) and we began cutting up the plywood, starting in the middle and working our way outwards. This plywood was a major pain to rip out, it was nailed, glued, rotten, stinky, and everything else in between. At this point Gulliver (who was happily napping in his truck outside while watching this on youtube) was forced to help as well. We were about 70% finished when THIS HAPPENED.

 

That’s right folks, a hole. Not just any hole, a 4 foot by 6 foot hole in the corner of the dining area, large enough that Gulliver suggests a fire-pole to get to the garage. At that point we were all pretty defeated and decide to call it a night. Inviting Dre over was the worst idea ever.