Salt of the earth

Windows! Tacky blue curtains included. These look out into the giant orange tree. You can look at food while you're cooking food.


Boxing out the soffits to hide the jumble of wires and pipes. They're kind of ugly, so I'm having part if it disguised as a shelf.


Drainage for the patio, otherwise the house will flood with one of our nearly famous rainstorms. I have no clue where this drain ends. Probably the same place that lost socks go to.


More piles of dirt. I think I've killed the vacuum cleaner last night, just trying to clean up the bedroom.


The first time the house has seen insulation since it's 1917 birth. It's actually bedroom on the other side, so it's mostly for keeping the noise down instead of regulating the temperature inside. Since you all know of the loud kinky sex that goes on upstairs.


Batts of insulation. Formaldahyde free and encased in paper. Fewer itchies and sneezies.


More concrete. The white stuff on top is actually salt. I have no idea why they salted the concrete steps. Maybe to etch the top so it's not so slippery when wet. Or maybe it's for brining the concrete to make it taste good and moist and tender inside.