I wish I'd photographed the contractors punching a hole through the existing garage door, but alas, I didn't have the camera handy. You'd think that's a lesson from being a parent -- always have a camera handy, because otherwise, you'll miss the time your kid climbs into the bookshelf -- but I guess it hasn't quite taken yet.
Things are progressing pretty nicely here. Now, instead of looking like a very cheap mausoleum built for a person that nobody actually liked, we're getting into it looking like a space somebody might want to use someday for something other than the disposal of a body.
On the first day, the workers scraped out the inside of this thing like it was a pumpkin being gutted for decoration. They demolished that garage door, and they framed and cut the door and window openings, and finally put in all the beams for the ceiling. The second day, one guy spent his entire time essentially putting the attic "floor" over those beams, working on wiring and the placement of the recessed lights, and installing the hideaway ladder.
They also bought the door and window:
This is what it looks like on the hot-tub side:
When we repaint the garage, sadly we're going to pull down all the ivy. The report when we bought the house said it wasn't good for the wall and recommended that we eventually get rid of it, but I just like it so much, especially how secluded and wooded it makes the jacuzzi feel. I suppose we could leave it for a future owner to do, but I'm Suzy Rulefollower, so when somebody tells me I really ought to do something, I tend to do it. Unless it was, "Read this book as part of your homework." I know, I don't understand why, either.