This is what the window looked like to start with today.
Then we ripped the siding off from around it on the outside, and the drywall off from around it on the inside. Built a support so when we took the old header down (what header...I see no header) the roof wouldn't wow in.
The hubby put tarping up outside to try and protect the interior from any potential falling precipitation. None did fall it was sunny all day, but blowing like a banshee. In fact it blew so hard that the tarp actually lifted the scaffolding up off the ground with the hubby standing on it.
This is the new window waiting for the opportunity to allow the light to shine on me. This also will be the one, and only, time that it will reside in front of the sink.
And this is what it looks like now. Ain't it purdy?
So, in my mind, the worst part is over, the part where I figured we would all end up as Popsicles while we had a huge hole in the wall all day allowing all the nice warm air to go bye-byes. Hubby disagrees with me, he is not so much looking forward to the next stage. I'm not all that keen about the next stage either, I hate ripping down drywall and breaking it into chunks then trying to get it into bags without ripping them. I already feel like I've been doing that for weeks and it was only for a few hours today.
The temperatures are now in the sub-zeros and the lake is once more yammering away. It actually sounds like someone is pushing giant curling rocks across its length. Today it had a couple of inches of water sitting on the surface, so if it doesn't snow tonight it will be interesting to see what it looks like in the morning. I am betting flat, black, cold, and hard.
Somewhere in here is a flippant version of the closed-window-door-opening analogy. It's times like this we embrace global warming. It's looking good!
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