I took this week off work, so I asked the guys not to come so I didn't have to listen to hammering all day long. Which, of course, means the gigantic Lowe's ad is going to be up longer than we would have liked...
The hot water heater was moved so these two windows cold be put in downstairs.
I'm really excited for this particular corner of the house. I think it's going to be great having these two windows just a little above ground level. I want to plant something sweet smelling so that when they're open the whole basement will smell delicious.
The corbels have been painted and reinstalled for a while now, but I kept forgetting to post a picture. Rob thinks they're a little too yellow, but I'm happy. I LOVE the curves and niches of the original wood. They're going to look amazing once the new siding is up.
It really pisses me off that the vapor barrier our contractor chose is covered with the Lowe's Logo. Thanks for making our house a walking billboard, stupid corporation! Counting the days until it's covered with our beautiful, cedar siding...
Every time it rains, our whole backyard turns into muddy quicksand that sucks on your shoes.
They guys fixed the grading so the water doesn't drain into the basement and now we have boards down so we can walk around without losing a shoe, but I am counting the days until I can landscape and put a permanent end to the problem.
The engineer put the chimney on the plans, but the plan checker said now the window count is messed up and wants us to rip out the chimney. We want to bring that fireplace back some day, so the contractor is trying to figure something else out. Sigh.
In the mean time, the guys continue stripping the windows inside. I love how the new wood looks against the old and we want to keep that two tone effect. We went shopping for stain yesterday and got a slew of samples to try out.
We had a crazy wind storm -- kept us up all night.
Our new fence, which has just been stained the day before the Santa Ana's came, nearly blew over. Rob had to prop it up until the guys can get here tomorrow to attach it more sturdily to the base.
All and all, we were really lucky -- no damage, just some trash in the yard.
It's been raining, so the guys can't paint outside. And the basement is stalled until the engineer gets things squared away with the city.
Rather than do nothing, the guys started stripping the interior woodwork around the windows. The half-bared wood reminds me of old buildings in Europe.
We have two different kind of windows in the basement: casement and double hung. Rob isn't convinced yet that the double hung were worth the extra expense, but I love them.
We're missing one window for the basement because -- what a shock! -- the engineer had the wrong window measurements on the plans, so one of the windows was ordered incorrectly.
Progress on the outside, though, has come screeching to a halt. The engineer -- yes, him AGAIN! -- didn't put the chimney on the plans so that throws off the square footage of the shear wall. The inspector won't sign off until the plans are refiled with the city with the correct shear wall information.
The posts on our porch seemed too big for the beams topping them, so our contractor popped the side off one to see if a bigger post had been built around a smaller one.
They're hollow inside, and judging by the condition of the wood, they're probably original. I guess the original builder just had a weird sense of proportion...
The porch ceiling has been pulled down. What you're seeing in this photo is the underside of the roof. It adds, at the peak, almost two feet of headroom. We plan to keep it that way.
We've been arguing with our contractor about how poorly he's been containing the lead paint chips from the house because we didn't want them getting into the soil. Finally, he did this.
I joke sometimes that we are camping in our house, but I never thought we'd actually live in our house in a tent.
The blue grama grass we planted last March has gone to seed. If you look closely, you can see little flags on the top of the mounds of grass in the front. Rob likes to roll the flags between his fingers to spread the seeds around.
Blue grama is a pretty slow growing, drought-tolerant, native grass. With a little luck, the parkway will fill in with it next year and we won't have to keep digging out that awful Bermuda grass.
It developed a fungus on some of the leaves that I tried to treat with neem oil. When that didn't help, and most of the leaves had fallen off, I did some research. We may have overwatered it, we may have planted the rootball too low.
Or maybe, this is just part of the normal cycle -- it is a deciduous tree after all. To be continued in the spring.
Our kitchen sink sprays out the front of the faucet. Redoing the kitchen is not on the immediate -- or even far -- horizon, so we've been trying to make do.
We had plumber's tape on it, which worked for a while. When that stopped working, I traded up to some saran wrap and a rubber band. Classy!
The saran wrap is starting to fail, so it's time to think of what to try next. Condom, anyone?
It seems like every day I come home to a little less house. It's getting to be unnerving. Hope there's no rain in the forecast!
A couple of neighbors have commented the house is looking good. I think what they really mean is that they can now see we actually have a plan and they aren't going to live next to an eyesore for the rest of their lives.
We've had a heat spell which has resulted in our watermelon and volunteer cantaloupe fruiting again. I'm taking bets on whether the baby watermelon at the left can grow to be as big as the 45 pounder Rob is holding.
We get A LOT of comments from the neighbors on the watermelon and we've been sharing as much as possible. Still, trying to unload over 120 pounds of watermelon is a bit of a chore, and I've eaten more than I care to think about...
They've put a scaffolding around the entire house so they don't have to lean ladders up against the new siding as they hang it. The scaffolding is pretty shaky, but Rob braved it to take a few pictures.
Most of the siding has been taken off the house. You can see where the plaster seeped through the lathe 100 years ago when the house was built.
Sadly, we are discovering that some of our plaster and lathe walls have been replaced with drywall. The framer suspects the previous owner did it when he replaced the old windows -- that he replaced the old windows because of leaks.
The old siding is being ripped off, insulation being put up and then the whole house is being covered with plywood to make it stronger. As if our house didn't look ghetto enough.
Once the shear wall is done, the new siding will finally, FINALLY, go up.
Meanwhile, Rob has an urge to spray paint, "Crack sold here," on the plywood on the porch. Hm...Maybe that's a new business venture we could take up to pay for all these renovations...
We bought these as an anniversary present for ourselves. They are made from old wine barrels and even have little notches in the arms to hold the stem of a wine glass.
Ultimately, they will go on the back deck we are planning to build, but for now they are on the front porch.
I bought paint thinner to clear the window in our front door, but Rob is actually the one who used it and got rid of that awful "stained" glass. We have a lot less privacy now that people can see through the window, but the beveled glass is so much prettier than that ugly, ghetto, spray paint that used to be on the window!
Rob has been pulling bricks out of the trash heap in the driveway and chipping off the mortar. This is what he has done so far. I plan to use these to make raised beds for vegetables in the spring.
They yanked out what was left of the rickety back steps so they could start shear walling the outside of the house. It's a lot like living in the Winchester mansion. Thankfully, the door will be going bye-bye just as soon as they start residing the house.