I scraped old wall paper too. Each place where the broken radiators had been pulled left a patch of old and peeling layers of wallpaper. I scrubbed and then scraped the paper, looking at the old patterns and day dreaming about the people who loved the house before me, even dreaming about the people who will love it when I am gone.
I also scrubbed two of the hardwood floors on my hands and knees. It is just the first scrubbing, but still so much grime came off the floor that it really was remarkable, and I found myself sitting in the foyer admiring the wet and shiny floor. I got a glimpse of what the floors will look like when they are sanded and refinished. The dark wood will shine once again. I cannot wait.
I removed all the curtains from the first floor and brought them home to be washed. I'm not sure that I will keep all of them, but at least they will be clean. I took down the broken shades and threw them on the truck. I scrubbed down scores of spider nests. I swept and scrubbed and plainly wore myself out, but what a difference! I stepped outside to through some things on the truck and came back in the foyer. I sniffed the air, the smell of Murphy's Oil Soap mingling with the smell of the cleaner. I actually went back out the door and entered again just to sniff the air again.
Tim worked along side of me this morning. He was doing some wiring, little plumbing. He cleaned some gutters that he believes are directing water into the basement when it rains. He had to go to work and went home to lunch and get ready. I stayed until five, scrubbing and emptying buckets of black soapy water, refilling and scrubbing some more. I got home just before his break, and waited for his call. He was amazed at what I had gotten done. We'd planned to spend our first night in the new house on the 4th of July, but were not sure if that was realistic. We've still got plenty to do, but it is possible. It is completely possible.