I love it when a plan comes together.
– Colonel John “Hannibal” Smith, the A-Team

The first Saturday of October dawned sunny and much cooler, a true indication that Autumn has arrived.  And, although our restoration efforts were delayed by hair appointments and a jammed feed crusher/mixer full of crushed corn and added supplements, Saturday’s Plan C-Team finally got started around ten o’clock.

After work on Friday I put a coat of primer on the sheetrock that Handi-man had earlier in the week taped and mudded.  The finished product still looked a little rough, and after consultation with Cassie, my daughter, we decided to proceed with the embossed, paintable wallpaper on the ceiling.  I had been a bit leery about the wallpaper’s ability to adhere to the ceiling although I had seen evidence that it could be done on Pinterest. I did take the advice of some reviewers and bought wallpaper paste as extra insurance for the papers sticking ability.

Once we applied the first sheet, which went up effortlessly (except for the fact that overhead work is strenuous), we made short work of the application.  The paper went up easily, adhered well and looked so much better than any of our other plans for the ceiling.  We were finished within a couple hours and having our farmhouse lunch (bologna and cheese) on the sunny porch by noon.  After last weekend’s attempts to complete the ceiling, the finished ceiling-paper was very satisfying.

I didn’t even blog about last weekend’s flip-flop efforts as we walked away unsure about our plans for the ceiling.  We kept thinking about Plans A and B.  We surmised that with the sheetrock’s added rigidness, that the beadboard might go up without sagging.  So, we put up a sheet to test our theory and, although it was better, it was still lumpy and saggy in places.  Down it came.  We then went on a search for some used tin and found several pieces from an old shed.  We picked out four good sheets, cleaned it, cut the first sheet, put it up and did not like the results.  Down it came.  And that was pretty much our day.  Nothing accomplished, except to definitely rule out beadboard and tin on the ceiling.

It was such a good feeling of accomplishment this Saturday to have the wallpaper up. It looked so good that Handi-man was inspired to install the ceiling light that was purchased some months ago – a bit of bling for the country privy: a flush mount (remember, only seven foot ceiling) faceted crystal chandelier with galvanized trim.  Stunning.

After lunch, Cassie dismantled the two deteriorated windows in the bedroom.  I primed the remaining two windows (under the porch) in that room in anticipation of putting them back together soon.  Jack tore out the badly deteriorated windows in the dining room and salvaged parts from there to repair those in the bedroom where pieces are rotted, broken or missing.

After cleaning and tidying up, putting plastic over now open windows, we ended the day with a sense that the team had carried out its mission.

In the pilot episode of the A-Team, the character of a reporter, Amy Allen, describes Hannibal as a master tactician, although his plans rarely turn out as they are supposed to. Amy Allen summed it up by saying, “Hannibal’s plans never work right. They just work.”

So it is with This Old Farmhouse restoration. There may be a plan, but the plan is very flexible. Sometimes the plan fails or is altered, but in the end the objective is accomplished.

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