After a couple days away for a nice Thanksgiving, we drove back from Pennsylvania today, stopped home to change and went to work on the house. Tonight we pulled up more tack strips, scraped up the carpet backing paper/glue remnants, and got all the staples out of the living room, hallway, and first bedroom (office?)...
Dave's parents came by and helped appraise the wood floors, pull up staples, and start making plans to cut out a chunk of the kitchen wall for a breakfast bar window. And his dad had a great suggestion to tear out the carpet from the tops of the 2 stairwells so they could be redone to match at the same time.
Another discovery - glass panes in parts of the 2 apartment doors. Those will look really cool when we get the paint off of them.
As we were leaving tonight, the first-floor tenant leaned out the door and said (in a very accusatory tone) "Did you guys do something to the water because I have suddenly very low water pressure?!" Not even preceded by "Hi" or even "Excuse me." When we told her that we hadn't touched the water she slammed the door in our faces before we could even offer to check anything out for her. Who acts like that to a brand new landlord?
Nutjob.
Working on the place was really fun tonight. The floor is coming along nicely and it feels great to be accomplishing something concrete.