So when you have an eighty year old house, it's inevitable that you'll have some shoddy repairs done to it over its life. One such plumbing job left for a floor that gradually sagged over the years and needed to be supported by a father/son team that spent a good chunk of the day under the house banging and doing the equivalent of some chiropractic work on the house as it groaned and creaked like a wooden ship at sea. But the foundation got a clean bill of health and I no longer need to be concerned about my house falling into the ground (I worry too much sometimes).
But fortunately, that is the only structural deficiency that my old coal-miner's house had. The consensus around here is that these houses built with the old-growth fir siding will outlast anything built today. I just nee another forty years or so out of it. But now that it's leveled and solid, I can begin the aesthetic work on it.
It's obviously been a slow day, as demonstrated by the excruciating detail of which I describe the silly joists supporting my home.