This was a big weekend for demolition. The spots in question, the fireplace and propane heater, started like this:
And ended the weekend like this:
And in the middle there was this:
Matt helped me get started, and then I tackled the cement slab that the old propane heater used to sit on, while he dismantled the fireplace.
Breaking up the slab consisted of shimming it up with a pry bar, and breaking it into bits with a hammer. Once I got ways in, I realized that the whole thing was being held together with a web of rebar that disappeared into the floor. This presented a new and interesting challenge that I was excited to explore.
Read, Matt and I both told the slab it could fuck off.
Spurred on by my soundtrack (Beat on the Brat, notably), I dutifully continued smashing, and when I was almost done noticed one of the rebar bits was wiggling. So I wiggled it (just a little bit) more, and attacked it with the pry bar. One corner popped up, and we were in business.
Of course, this meant there were six nickle sized holes in the floor. I stuffed these with peppermint oil soaked cotton balls and steel wool to discourage and hopefully prevent mice from coming in these particular entrances.
After about 4 hours of hammering, this is what we had:
I must say, I found destruction oddly empowering. And even though it's all still a mess, this was a big step toward getting more fun things done, like painting and putting in the cork floor. It already feels brighter and bigger.
4 stars, despite the fact that I could barely move the next day.