Work on the hallway started this morning. I was downstairs for sewing day and not paying attention to what was going on upstairs. Riley kept coming over and giving me looks though. He naps upstairs at this time of day and obviously he was being disturbed.
(Poor Riley has a traumatic 24 hours. Riley, scourge of the neighborhood, murderer of birdies, tormentor of squirrels, was the target of a drive-by gang hit yesterday. He came into the house with a large bird dropping right between his shoulder blades. He had obviously been marked on purpose. It was personal.)
The worker guy left for lunch and I wandered up to see what was going on.
Oh. Apparently someone thought it was a good idea to paint over layers of wallpaper at some point in the past. I’m not real observant so I hadn’t noticed this. It is obvious now that I know. What I thought were cracks in the plaster was the wallpaper peeling. I guess that’s better than cracks in the wall as long as I’m not the one stripping all the old paint and wallpaper off.