I spent the day up at my eldest sister's (and her husband's) house, helping build the bedroom for their daughter. When we got there about half the drywall was in place, so we put up the other half and applied the first layer of joint compound.

The room is a little oddly shaped, like most of the rooms in their house. It's sort of a loft, overlooking their kitchen. But unusual rooms are what that house is all about. It started life as a hunter's cabin, and has been expanded five or more times. So nothing's square, and there are plenty of unusual joints. What I'm getting at it, the drywall has a lot of, ahem, less-than-optimal joints. Places where two sheets come together and don't exactly butt up evenly. Mysterious half-inch gaps. Et cetera. So I packed joint compound into the gaps and tried to fill the cracks, and I wish them the joy of lots of sanding.

The work needed to get done now, because Monday someone's coming in to install the floor for the place, so they wanted all the drywall up and in place. Mission accomplished, but my arms are a bit sore from all the overhead work. I let Dad and the B-I-L concentrate on the drywall, Sis did finish carpentry to replace the railing that was removed so we could get the drywall up there, and I put up mud.

Good times, but I'm coughing up gypsum dust, and my arms hurt.

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