There's a hole in my wall, dear Liza, dear Liza

Feel free to hum the melody to There's a hole in my bucket (a classic children's song) while reading the title of this post.

After the last series of discoveries I turned once again to a task I thought was benign. In all reality it wasn't bad, but it seems unlikely that any task in this fortress of stupitude will leave me without some interesting anecdote of harrowing tale of discovered idiocy. The bathroom had what looked to be a wainscoat around the perimeter...well most of the perimeter. I don't know why they never finished it, but then again I couldn't begin to explain any of the former owner's motives other than to frustrate me.

Turns out it was just really really cheap faux wood paneling painted to look like really cheap faux wood paneling. No surprise there and at least it came off the walls pretty easily. Over near the mysterious concrete corner though I pulled off a sheet to find the above (with the old dryer vent still in the wall of course.

Okay, well why not...then I pulled it out and saw....the exterior siding. They had just sided right over it. Doh...Doh...Doh!



Then....(there's always a 'then' in these posts), I look even more closely....



Yes that's a stud...in the exterior wall. If you've ever seen a framed wall you know that the MAJORITY of the wall is empty space. Its trivially easy to fine the space BETWEEN the studs, in fact it can be frustrating to find a stud in older homes (what with all the plaster and lathe covered up with sheetrock and paneling). But these ninnies, this buffoons, installed a dryer vent by cutting through a stud!

With what I've seen in this house so far I fear my imagination is insufficient to anticipate the antics that will be uncovered as time goes on. So if you like chuckling at the misfortune of others, you've found your blog (at least when I'm not talking about cooking or preaching about how easy it is to be green (apologies Kermit)).