The attic closet is almost finished. I can't wait to get the clothes and all the stuff that was in the attic out of the bedroom and back in there. We also have all the bathroom fixtures from the master bathroom in there with us too... we can't move. And I can't find anything. Just when I thought I couldn't get anymore frustrated... we had a flood. In the only room in the entire house that didn't need a lot of work. I turned on the water to the hose bib outside the front door so that the work crews could wash off their tools. Apparently the pipe to that hose bib had frozen some years before and it had burst. No one ever fixed it... they just turned it off and left it that way. Now the living room was totally flooded. The rugs, padding and sub-flooring over the cement slab are soaked. We had to open up the wall to locate the leak to replace the pipe. All the furniture had to be piled up in drier parts of the room. After I called the plumber I noticed that the garbage disposer wasn't working. While he was installing a new one he discovered that the pipe that drained the kitchen sink must have rusted through at some point and all the water from the dishwasher, sink and garbage disposer was not going down the drain. It was actually flooding the storage room beneath it. The indoor/outdoor carpeting and wooden sub-flooring of that room is now completely rotting and mildewing. The siding guys informed us that all of the outside hose bibs have to be removed and replaced because they are too close to the walls for siding to fit around them. So... the kitchen sink pipe was replaced and I got a new garbage disposer. All the exterior hose bibs are being replaced along with the pipe that burst in the living room wall. My son and I pulled out all of the carpet and sub-flooring damaged by the flood. Now the master bedroom, bathroom and living room are all practically unusable. But I have 2 really beautiful windows to look out of. I can see the EP Henry Stone Wall... and that annoying weather station across the street. I have a large family. Not one arsonist. Damn. I could be on a cruise right now or having a face lift.
Friday, October 31, 2003
Thursday, October 30, 2003
Tuesday, October 28, 2003
The cedar shake shingles are all removed now. It took 5 men a day and a half to do it. Beating each tile with a hammer until it crumbled and fell to the ground in huge piles of giant tooth picks. The property looked like the house had exploded. Wishful thinking I guess. The lower third of the house was covered by a thin cement called parging. The previous owners had painted it brown. It was now peeling, cracking and crumbling. In order for the siding company to cover it with vinyl siding they have to nail wooden strips to the parging so they can attach the siding to it. Of course... it will cost more. But it will be worth it... I hate that parging. The satellite TV men are coming today to remove that obscene dish they hooked up right smack in the front of the house years ago and re-locate it to a less noticable position on the roof. I have no idea what they were thinking at the time. The landscaper is starting one of the retainer walls on the front lawn today. He's going to use EP Henry stone bricks. The pictures of them in their catelog are beautiful. He says they'll last forever. A thousand years from now my wall will be featured on National Geographic. "The thousands on tiny wood chips buried deep within the soil suggest that there was a great explosion. Apparently all that remained was this beautiful wall and an ancient weather station a few hundred yards away..." Sorry. I think my mind is going. Probably out looking for my sanity which left yesterday morning. Maybe that explains why I decided to tear down the wallpaper in the master bathroom before we even finished the attic closet. All I wanted to do was re-paper or paint it. But once the paper was off I could see that there were gaps between every piece of plaster board. Whoever put them up didn't use greenboard either... a must if the walls are in a bathroom. Probably why the room had a tendency to get mouldy. Black Toxic Mold no doubt. I'm sure I'm being poisoned as we speak...
Monday, October 27, 2003
It's raining today so the siding guys can't work on the house. While my son is taking out all of the windows (except for the two in the front of the house) I am going to empty out the attic. There is a carpeted, normal width, 4 step staircase leading to it from the master bedroom, and since there is no closet in the master bedroom, I am going to have Joe enclose it and make it into a walk-in. Joe thinks the angles of the attic are so steep that it will cost too much money in labor to make it cost effective. But how can you live without a closet in the master bedroom? Besides... that little staircase looks stupid just going up to 'nowhere'. And I detest the folding door that opens to it.
Right now we are using one of the other bedrooms as a walk-in closet for our clothes. But it's on another floor and I'd rather use that room for something more functional.
ClosetMaid has a great web site that teaches you everything you need to know about designing your own closet. Home Depot will cut all the wire shelves for you for free when you bring in your measurements, so your closet will be 'custom made.' Even if you just want to make an existing closet more organized... I think ClosetMaid isa definitely the way to go.
Sunday, October 26, 2003
Saturday, October 25, 2003
There is nothing to hide
as a porch was obviously
will need to be replaced.
The landscaper said the railroad ties holding back the dirt on the front
Would a jury of my peers
Friday, October 24, 2003
Tuesday, October 21, 2003
Divorced for 4.
The one he shared with his ex-wife.
I really didn't want to live in HER house.
In an attempt to compromise,
we have decided to renovate.
won't be able to find a trace of HER.
but I usually have to re-do every project
lot like moving to a new house.
You go through all your stuff,
give away what you don't need,
and throw away everything
Then you pack up what's left
and transport it to an unfamiliar place
to try to find new spots
for your old things.
When you drive by your old house,
it surprises you to see other people living there.
You new neighbors
smile and say "hello"...
but they don't really know you.
Now, most of your mail
is simply addressed to...