Second floor gut job

Husband Dan, our resident demolition-er, has been hard at work weekdays after 6 and weekends gutting our second floor. Now that everything's been cleared out, carpenter Dan has been able to start leveling the floors in the old bathroom and old kitchen, and plumbers have finished their rough-in (approximate locations of drains and water pipes.
But before we could get to that stage, there was a LOT of work.

We tore out the cardboard ceilings and walls in the hallway and master bedroom:

Yep, that was our wall

same stuff on the ceilings

nice, neat stacks off to the dump

 Knocked the plaster off the master bedroom walls and kitchen walls:

Tore out kitchen vinyl flooring, pine flooring below that, and two layers of subfloor below that:

It's great seeing it open like this; the problem, however, is that to move around now one has to balance on these two inch floor joists. There are bound to be accidents, and wouldn't you know it, husband fell and kicked a hole through our bedroom ceiling, pouring drywall dust all over my side of the bed:

doesn't look like much from above

not so good from below

sigh.

You might cut Dan some slack knowing it's not easy balancing on those joists, but I've seen a big honking plumber move around, graceful as a ballerina on those joists...

When you're taking apart ceilings and walls, you'd be surprised how much random crap you find:

newspaper from June 3, 1944. Cool, but kind of expected

An old shaving blade

iron pot???? was in the wall

bra in the ceiling, pot lid in the wall

Play boy from the 1970s. The rest of the magazine fell down onto our heads later

We also found drawings of nude women, presumably copies of the playboy. Crazy..
Here it is cleaned up:

Good work, husband!

The beating his gloves took

demo is fun and games and rainbows and dancing

Those floors came out a few days later

We now have three bagsters in our driveway, overfull of our house. Not pretty.
On the plus side, Dan read online that when demo-ing out an old house, one can "bury the plaster and burn the lath". We haven't buried any plaster but some nights, we hang out with our neighbors John and Sharon around their firepit, burning lath and other wood pieces. It's funny to think that we're cooking sausages and s'mores over a fire fed by our house. Hey, anything to not fill up our bagster and pay dump fees, right?