They call it “Demo Day.” It is the beginning of a home improvement project in both our kitchen and dining room. Demo is short for demolition and a word I never expected to be attached to my house.
If you own a home you understand its importance as an investment–the largest investment you’ll ever make. You treat your home with respect. Demo guys respect it too as they wield crowbars with surgical precision. Still a crowbar is a crowbar. It is neither dainty nor quiet.
One of the demo guys told me he enjoys it–you know, knocking down walls in other people’s homes. How could he not? It’s the world’s greatest tension killer.
Parts of walls and the ceiling are now down on my floor. The dishwasher is in the garage. We will be discombobulated for a while. I’d say how long, but everything I know from everyone else whose ever had crowbar wielding demo guys in their home says it ill fall behind schedule.