Down came the wall!

It was a pesky wall that never seemed in the right place.   It stopped traffic flow, and cut air flow.  It was a wall we didn't like right from the beginning and it was a wall  we were determined at some point to tear out.   
We called it the non-wall. We refused to hang any art on it, and we took to knocking and banging on it when we walked by.
We made sure it wasn't structurally important, of course.  What could be more heart stopping than the sound of creaking beams indicating the ceiling about to come down on your head.    We did not want that for sure.

But it was a nothing wall.  It was just there, like a wart, something always being bumped into, a barrier that made for a dark hallway, and a puny dining room.
So, Saturday, we pulled it down.  I say "we" loosely.  Scott did the heavy pulling.  I carted drywall away, and spotted him in case of calamity.

First off came the drywall - this was the messy part.  My job was to cart the drywall pieces outside.  Scott was busy pounding and sawing. 
And then suddenly we were down to the studs, and it was time to snip the electrical wires.  The dye was cast, no going back now.  This was about to be a gone wall.

Down came the last wall stud.  The ceiling stayed up. 
 Last stud to be pulled down was the ceiling stud.
We did it...or rather Scott did it. 

The first stage is complete.  Look how much space and light and air we have now.  The rug piece is hiding electrical stuff.  Short wires dangle from the ceiling, but we love it already! 
Stage two coming up where the rug is repaired, the wires hooked up again, and paint is applied to the walls that are left standing. 
Scott is musing about removing the dated popcorn ceilings.  We're on a roll.  I'll keep you posted.