But how brightly shines our lucky stars that Tom was born into a family of smart, high-achieving siblings,
The diagnosis was as we feared: the walls were indeed succumbing to the rigors of age, but the prognosis was not all that bad: all our walls needed was a bit of support: 14 steel beams worth, as it turned out. And the procedure would end up being not be as complicated or costly as it might have been thanks to Tom's rule about basements, which he likely picked up from his career of dealing with Government investigations: never finish a basement; if the walls are covered you can't tell what's going on underneath.
Anyway, as many of us have learned to our sorrow, the worst thing about dealing with contractors is, well, dealing with contractors.
But, thankfully, not all contractors are purveyors of stress, headaches and agita.
And, thankfully for Tom and I, Tom's super-good-guy engineer home-inspector brother set us up with a super-good-guy contracting company, whose card I will share just in case anyone happens to be in need of some super-good-guy contractors:
Ryan Copeland, brother of Kyle, likewise showed up with the city inspector for the post-work inspection on the appointed day.
We got the cleaning done,
The reason these areas are overdue for a painting is that I'd been lollygagging around over starting the project because last time I painted the hallways I was aiming for the faux wall covering effect, which called for painting the wall with the base color (two coats, of course) then feathering the faux color with a rag on top of the base color, which turned out to be a mucho messy undertaking and a heck of a lot of work.
Still, the project has officially started,
"Oh, we would," I sighed, "except that we'd rather go back to Hawaii."