Interlude II: I may have scraped too hard.

I may have scraped that wallpaper a bit too aggressively, because by about 1a.m., I had this going on:

I scraped all the paper off the bulkhead, but some was sticking to the bottom lip, and I couldn't get it off, so I slid my knife in to cut it, and it slipped right in!  Turns out they build the bulkheads out of old 2x4s ripped to 2x2, tempered hardboard (masonite, clipboard material), and about a pound of nails per joint.

 You're next, buddy:

 So, I am guessing they made this crappy bulkhead system, and lowered their cabinets so the tiny folk they were could reach stuff, circa 1981.  Just a guess.

Also guessing they never redid their kitchen between when they bought it in 1972, and when they built the bulkhead.

So, now all the bulkheads are out, but the walls and ceiling they were hiding are all crumbling.  Jerks. Time to drywall.

Should I just buy an unfinished cabinet for my island, instead of watching craigslist like a hawk?

(Break for Xmas: a walk around Hazelwood and Oakland.)

AND now it's time to fix the ceiling in the Dining Room.