So it's been a month. . .

. . . but who's counting? Yikes!

So the engineers have come and gone. We got the column in the basement jacked up about an inch. I don't notice any dramatic change in the cracks in the walls on the first floor, but for the first time in more than 20 years the bathroom door on the second floor shuts without binding. The hardwood floors have been getting really creaky lately too, and that seems better, although I can still hear Zack trying to sneak upstairs at 2 a.m.

The construction crew took down the outer scrim of plaster on the hallway wall and patched the wallboard beneath it, but they stopped at a point over the archway into the dining room. They tried to smooth over the line where the old plaster is and where it now isn't, but it still looks like the difference in a road where the old asphalt has been scraped off but not repaved yet. On the dining room side of the wall it is as it was before, with the hole from the door knob and all. I've got a fellow coming Friday evening for an estimate to take down all the old wallboard and redo it all. I'm dying to see what's inside there. Worst case scenario is old termite damage. Well, I shouldn't say "worst case" because I think that's asking for trouble, don't you? I kinda heard an echo when I read that last bit out loud. The house gremlins are listening and coming up with new problems, I just know it.