Not Even Plaster Shall Last

And I am exhausted! Just worked all Saturday demolishing the insides of an old house on Spence street: part of our Navigator's Work Day. It was a three storey (please tell me if I am spelling this wrong, for it is one word I have never known) house, from which the residents, likely some of the poorest in Winnipeg, had moved out just three days prior. There was still some furniture that had to be hauled out to the garage or dumpster. After this was taken care of, we attacked the walls with our crowbars and hammers, ripping off the chunks of hundred year old plaster. Then we destroyed the small plaster boards with sledge hammers! My favorite moment of the day was kicking through a wall on the main floor. This debris was collected into garbage cans, then brought out onto the roof where we had strung together a makeshift chute (have I ever told you that I love chutes?!) that led to the dumpster. The dust from the plaster being smashed and thrown into piles was as thick as a dustbowl sandstorm. Many great memories, especially the pizza lunch in the basement with the six foot ceiling. Yes, and then Ashley pulls out the omnipresent tripod and takes a picture, the warm light from all angles icing the dust on our faces. We look immortal.