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My fingers are crossed.

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A large pile of junk has appeared at the bottom of the stairs to the cave of crap cellar…..

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And I can only hope its next step is out the door and to the dump.

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Because I’m not sitting on that any time soon.

Another pile of refuse sits on the opposite side…

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With an unidentified antique object I’m guessing is a device used to communicate with aliens on neighboring planets.

To be honest.. I’m surprised he’s willing to part with it.

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And we’re shifting….

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The husband completed his work on the far left corner of the crap filled dungeon cellar and has now shifted to the far right.

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The ceiling was up…

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And painted…

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And insulation folded into place.

I had to laugh because it was at this point he said, “Looks a lot different without all the stuff here huh?” And yes, technically he’s right … it did look different. But I’d be a lot more thrilled if the stuff migrated out of the cellar and to the dump instead of just shifting over to the newly completed section.

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What’s the point in having a nicely cleaned, insulated, ceiling’d cellar if you can’t actually see it?

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A bright spot in the dark.

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Work continues underground… and in the far reaches of our dark as a crap filled tomb cellar, there is light.

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And a small amount of open space with freshly swept floors, insulated walls and a new white ceiling. There are also shelves…

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Though the construction of said shelves leaves a bit to be desired.

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After seeing this one start to sag, I highly recommended brackets. Whether my suggestion will be implemented or ignored is up for debate.

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Heating ducts have been wrapped with insulation as well….

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Though it looks like things went a little haywire here.

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I have no explanation for this puzzled looking chicken. You’d think it was mine, but oddly enough… it’s not.

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