A couple of months ago I took on the project of redoing my daughter's bedroom. Strip all the plaster off, move some plugs and switches around, reinsulate, and put up wallboard. My son was excited since he always wants to help papa with chores and as an added bonus he got to put on his Bob the Builder hat, safety glasses, and toolbelt and whack away at some plaster.

We had a great time, though of course he lost interest periodically and hundred-year-old plaster turns out to be a lot heavier than it looks! The stuff behind the walls was even nastier--at least three different kinds of insulation and electrical work that had been jury-rigged at different times over the past century. But we stuck to it and got everything down to the studs, called in an electrician to make sense of the wiring, insulated and got ready to put up the wallboard.

One thing led to another (the holidays, a pulled muscle, etc.) and here it is two months later and the room is still stripped down to the studs though the insulation is up. And then yesterday . . .