Showing posts with label repair. Show all posts
Showing posts with label repair. Show all posts

Sunday, May 23, 2010

More to-do lists than have-done lists

For our sake more than yours it's time for a to-do list:

1. Scrape, sand, repair, and paint porch columns (7 of these)
2. Sand, prime, and paint all exterior trim
3. Scrub porch & patio concrete (it's pretty gross)
4. Build new house for Leo the rabbit.
5. Clean windows
6. Buy more mulch & finish mulching flowerbeds
7. Get lawnmower back from repair shop and use it
8. Buy a dining room table

That looks good. There's not a whole lot of heavy work on this list for a reason. We're tired of heavy work. We're also broke. There's plenty leftover from the previous to-do list that was never done... but I just don't want to include it today - I'm aiming low for some home improvement self-esteem building.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

The price of not blogging....



Is ending up with something to blog about apparently.

Do you know what this means? That's right...

Water damage!

This time it has something to do with one of our water-heaters upstairs... What exactly we aren't sure because the emergency plumber we called to the scene never showed up tonight.

All we know is we have a soggy ceiling downstairs... And the tank upstairs was making tea-kettle noises and bulging on one side before we turned it off and shut off the water to it.

As always there are mysterious factors - this time it would be 1) the fact that immediately upon discovering the ceiling wetness and checking the tank upstairs - the drain pan was bone dry and the floor surrounding the tank sported only a nominal amount of water (definitely not enough to flood the downstairs...) and 2) after we shut down the tank the drain pan filled to about halfway - not even enough to reach the emergency drain pipe in the pan - and the water level in the pan itself has remained the same ever since... which seems to indicate that there isn't a leak in the pan.... But I could be wrong. I've been wrong before.

Tomorrow we may actually discover what really has happened. Maybe. Regardless my major-repair-cost senses are tingling and I sense a couple of new water-heaters in our future.

Current emotional state: Despondent bordering on something pathological.

Monday, March 31, 2008

The hole in the wall

It always starts with a hole in the wall. A little hole at first. Then the hole gets bigger. Then other holes appear simply because it seems wrong to stop at one. Then everything goes crazy and carpet and trim gets ripped out... fixtures are removed... paint buckets start getting slopped around. It's madness! Madness, I tell you!

Oh but wanna hear something really scary? There are actually two holes.. in two different walls... in two different rooms at this moment. I feel chaos approaching!!

And now I'll stop being borderline psychotic and explain.

You may recall the mysterious water-stains throughout the house from previous posts. (If not.. try here and here.) During my most recent blog-silence, Dave and I have been snooping around the house systematically poking holes in walls and ripping stuff apart in search of the sources of the water. We found a few.

Leak/ceiling stain number one in the dining room is coming from somewhere around the dormer in what was previously William's room but is now something of a storage room while we plod through upstairs repairs. The dormer is surrounded by blank space located directly above our front porch. There is no attic access to this space -- which makes monitoring for leaks a wee bit tricky. Ah but being fearless in the face of intact sheetrock and the prospect of possibly unnecessary repairs -- we promptly cut a cute little whole in one of the walls of the room to get a look at what lurked behind. You know what we found? An enormous amount of space!

We were told when we were looking at this house years ago that the previous owner (also the subcontractor) had some sort of pathological fear and/or dislike of 'angled walls' and therefore designed the upstairs in such a way that all walls would be perfectly vertical without sacrificing any square footage. As a result - our roof is a 12/12 pitch and an obstruction to local air traffic.

Ah but we kinda like nifty 'angled walls' and can't help but dream about extending that bedroom wall back.. back... back... adding some space and architectural interest -- and getting a chance to get a good look at where the water is coming from. Of course it would be a lot simpler to just patch the hole we cut and move on... But we're way beyond simple over here.

The beauty of it is that George's room has exactly the same layout as William's former room AND we have the good fortune of having a roof/dormer leak in that room as well which results in the ceiling stains in the girls' downstairs room. We didn't cut a hole in any of George's walls though... Someone else did. And it was totally unrelated to the dormer leak.

Sandwiched between those two bedrooms is the bathroom. As I've mentioned before - all of the plumbing backed up during Katrina.. even flooding the upstairs bath with icky icky water. However, that bathroom has remained at the very bottom of our repair list. Until this weekend when Dave removed the toilet and ripped up the curling linoleum. I can't even begin to describe the stench. Just. Ew. A glimpse of the wood subfloor leaves us with the impression that we'll be replacing at least sections of it before putting down a new floor.... And we also discovered that the old toilet had been leaking all this time -- possibly accounting for several of the ceiling stains in the foyer downstairs.

These explorations still left us with one unsolved water stain. This stain appeared in the middle of one of George's bedroom walls - discovered when we removed a picture to set up the bunk beds. Since the water stain seemed to be directly behind the shower in the bathroom -- we called in the plumber this afternoon to check the whole thing out for us and take care of any plumbing problems before we start rennovating the remaining three upstairs rooms in earnest.
The easiest way to check for plumbing problems was to, of course, cut a hole in the wall -- thus the creation of George's hole. Luckily, I think... No problems with the pipes could be found. Unluckily, this leaves much of the water damage to that wall a mystery. However! We did find that the tub/shower unit itself (one of those one piece acrylic/fiberglass units) was actually leaking and most definitely causing the balance of ceiling stains in the foyer downstairs. Add 'replace tub/shower' to the list of things to do when repairing the upstairs bathroom.

It's mildly daunting to continue to find non-Katrina related problems to fix as we get so close to actually finishing the Katrina related problems. But Hey! We've conquered much more. Just time to crack out the hammers and crowbars and the digital camera once more.

Thursday, April 5, 2007

Phase III?

Today Mom and I braved Walmart to tackle Easter shopping before it's too late. I am so glad we went together - because if I had tried that alone it would have been horrible. As it turned out I actually had a good time... but I'm completely exhausted now.

I came home to the news that a new phase of our home repair journey will begin a lot sooner than I expected: Tomorrow they will begin ripping up stuff upstairs. I don't know if this is technically Phase III or if this is actually Phase IV being started a bit out-of-order or what... But it's most definitely a phase of some type.

Yes - our original plan was to complete at least one of the previous phases -- Phase I or Phase II (take your pick) before we started anything else... But when you find a willing crew it's really difficult to tell them to 'hold off for a while' when you have been waiting to get something done for 19 months.

To mark this occasion, Dave thought it appropriate for me to take a few 'before' pictures for the project. Work commences at 9 am, April 6th.


The wall. This is where Mom, my husband, our two boys, the toddler, our infant, and I spent the worst part of Hurricane Katrina -- on the floor in that narrow strip between the stair rail and that wall. I hate that wall.

This is the room behind the wall. It's a brownish box with damaged ceilings, horrific lighting, and stained berber carpet.

A slightly different angle in the room. The large wall on the right is the other side of the wall that I hate - and it must be altered.

Same room looking the other way - you can actually see water stains in the carpet in this one. Yay! The prominent wall with door will be relocated as part of this project. An unfinished bathroom lurks on the other side of that wall... and it is our hope to move the wall out into this room a bit, enlarge the unfinished bathroom in the process, and normalize the twisty-turny shape of the bigger room a bit.

Here is what we want to accomplish: we must replace rotten sheathing in the roof directly above this room. We must remove and replace moldy insulation above this room. We must remove and replace damaged sheetrock in the ceiling of this room - and we must replace the damaged flooring and light fixtures in this room.

While we're at it... We're going to install skylights where the roof sheathing and ceiling is already damaged... and we'll be moving walls around now -- before the floors are repaired and while we all still have our drywalling skills fresh and honed. That, in a nutshell, describes this weekend's project.

I'll be back with pictures as they become available.

Sunday, January 14, 2007

Sunday Morning Recovery

The pantry isn't done. I should be working on it right now. I should be. But I'm not. I feel like I've been hit by a bus - and why? I don't think it's all about the pantry, really....

Seventeen months later - patterns have become apparent... One such pattern involves demolition/reconstruction and illness. Every time we remove, scrape, grind, chip, or otherwise repair house parts that were existing at the time of Katrina -- at least half of us have some sort of infection within 24 hours. These usually consist of upper respiratory infections - but sometimes intestinal disturbances have been noted... Or, worse: sometimes both.

This morning Emily, Yvonne, and I woke up with aches and pains, runny noses, congested coughs, and upset tummies. The boys all went to church without us so I could try to get the girls comfortable.

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