The Layered Look

I know y'all have been sitting on the edge of your seats, excitedly waiting for my update on the back bedroom ceiling, so here it is.  It's pretty compelling.  (And by "compelling", I mean "dirty, dusty, and gross".)

I decided to take the ceiling down in layers:  first the dropped ceiling, then the other ceiling tiles, and lastly the insulation.  In my head that's how it would go, nice and orderly.  In reality, there were places where all three layers came down at once.  (Like during the mouse doody avalanche.)

As I was stacking up the big tiles from the dropped ceiling, I noticed this:

 That's the backside (heh, heh) of one of the ceiling tiles, and the manufacture date is August 7, 1992.  Not 1972 or 1962, or even 1982, but 1992--far after they should have known better.  Not only is the ceiling butt-ugly, it was probably more expensive than drywall.  I just don't get that decision.  (Of course, this is just the latest in a long line of questionable decisions made by Sucky Previous Owners.)

After I got all the ceiling tiles out of there, I took apart the aluminum pieces, loaded them in my car, and drove to the recycling place.  Fourteen pounds of the things brought me a whopping $1.58, which didn't even pay for my gas to drive down there.  (After I got home and read the comments from Jan on my previous ceiling post, I realized the nice folks at the recycling place ripped me off.  Bummer.)

With the dropped stuff gone, the ceiling looked like this:

Yuck.

That's actually almost beautiful compared to what it looks like now:

Yet another layer of ceiling tiles crammed in between the furring strips, and on top of that, the dreaded Gold Bond Rock Wool. 

I make the solemn vow that the rock wool will be gone by the time I have to go back to work on Saturday.