Another incentive to go slow was a further complication from my cataract eye surgery a couple of years ago. My right eye vision has become blurry due to "posterior capsule opacification." Or, the back of the membrane supporting my replacement lens has thickened and become cloudy — it's a complication that close to half of cataract surgery patients experience. I go in for the minor laser surgical procedure to correct it on Monday, but while waiting for an appointment to confirm that diagnosis, I was somewhat distracted. Sigh.
Anyway, the hall is three feet wide and thirty-six feet long. Unlike the tile I removed elsewhere in the house, that was put down over vinyl sheet flooring (and therefore popped right off), this tile was mortared directly onto the concrete slab. It resisted.
I started at the foyer end, intending to work straight through to the garage end, but the spray of tiny tile and mortar bits, plus lots of dust, covered the foyer, living room and kitchen, so I abandoned that and jumped down further along the hall to a point where there were walls on both sides.
Here's a photo showing where I started, and I put a piece of bamboo next to the foyer tile:
I took the photo after building a plastic-covered frame intended to confine the masonry bits as much as possible. Here's a view down the hall, showing where I resumed ripping the tile up (and happily, the tile down there came up easier, often in big pieces).
I turned on the air-handler fan in the laundry room so it would tend to suck the dust down the hall and into a filter. The system instructions warned against running the air handler while there was construction going on because the cement dust is corrosive and would damage the heat exchanger and also the metal electrostatic elements in the air cleaner. I therefore placed a regular pleated paper filter temporarily over the air handler intake to catch the objectionable dust.
All went relatively smoothly until I neared the far end of the hall, and encountered tile that would not come off in big pieces, and barely in very small pieces. As I blasted tile and mortar off a small section, I was reminded that I had made it to the part of the house that was originally the back half of the garage. The new slab they poured to raise that part of the garage floor was not quite level with the house slab. When I did the new laundry room, I had to pour floor leveler to raise the level even with the house side. But out in the hall, the underlying concrete is rough, uneven. In some places it is higher than the rest of the hall and close by it is lower. When they put down the old tile, they compensated by making the mortar thinner or thicker. Can't do that with the bamboo.
Nasty! I'll either have to grind down the concrete (huge clouds of thick dust), or chip away at the slab with my jack hammer (ugh!). And then make everything level with some sort of thin mortar. So I made the command decision to ignore it and go back to ripping up the tile near the kitchen and living room that I had passed over. That's when I built the plastic covered frame to contain the debris and dust. (And that's where I am now.)
Going forward, I think I'll get the floor prepared for the first thirty feet or so and put down the bamboo that far, then move the plastic tent over the difficult last section and mount a new attack. Last night, when my 8-month-old puppy decided to chew my jack hammer cord in two, I decided this project should be broken into two blog posts. (Fortunately the cord wasn't plugged in when he sunk his teeth into it!)
Part 2 may end up being delayed until after the water bed frame is done. Or it may end up becoming a three-parter. Never can tell about these things.
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