Anyway, the real reason for this tangent is to explain that I really
didn’t want to leave my house again to refinish more floors. It was a huge imposition
on my friend, not to mention dragging the dog beds, litter boxes, etc. back
& forth. Since we had closed off the doorway from my bedroom to the living
room, the only way to get from the front of the house to the bedroom &
bathroom, was through the kitchen. So, resourceful Dustin rigged up a ladder
from the outside to my bedroom window. I
can’t imagine what my neighbors thought seeing me climb in & out of the
window in my pajamas to go let the dogs out. But, I only had to do this for 3
nights and it was better than displacing us all again.
Right about this time we were examining the budget trying
to see if we could find some room to replace the carpet upstairs. I think the
Holcomb family added this room during their residence for their sons. It’s lined
with nice thick wood paneling, not the flimsy stuff you see now. They added the
stairway in what (I think) was the original hallway & added a closet under
the stairs. The carpet was old, and red, and now that we’d opened up the
doorway, we agreed it had to go.
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new filled in stairway. We used the extra tongue & groove flooring to fill in the old doorway so it matched the boards in what was the original hallway. |
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Upstairs room |
Unfortunately, when they arrived with the new
carpet, they were short because they forgot to measure the closets outside the
bedroom. It’s not entirely their fault, because the electricians hadn’t gotten
around to adding a light up there yet and it was really, really, dark, so they
just didn’t see the closets. So, it’s one Friday evening and they are
installing the carpet and then notified me about 7:00pm that they didn’t have
enough material and were going to have to leave it unfinished. Again, this is
where the pets come in. The cats had been staying in the upstairs room during
construction because it was the only place I could lock them out of the way and
keep them from the dogs. My dogs get
along fine with my adult cats, but they just wanted to eat the kitten. She was
small & furry and very much resembled their chew toys. So, when I first
moved in I had to find a room to lock in the cats. Except, none of the doors
would close and we were missing a few. The house had settled, or the doors
became loose, and they simply would not latch. That certainly added to my
stress the first week as I tried to block them with boxes (which didn’t really
work). But, finally, I had rigged up the
upstairs bedroom for them, and now the contractors were saying that I couldn’t
use it because there were tacking strips on the stairs and they didn’t
reinstall the upstairs doors because they no longer fit with the thicker
carpeting. So now the only room that I could close off that the contractors
weren’t working in, was the back bedroom where I was sleeping. I love my cats,
but I’m not sleeping with them.
Honestly, I don’t remember what I did that weekend, but I do remember stomping
around the house and saying not very nice things to the poor workers. I’m not
sure how much English they understood, so maybe I didn’t hurt their feelings
too badly.
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A closely-monitored Jake eyeing his new chew toy |
The kitchen demo was moving along and Dustin had to balance
everyone’s schedules to do the floors and install the appliances. The
dishwasher had been moved outside while the floors were done, so the morning the
plumber is scheduled to reinstall it, they noticed that it was damaged.
Apparently the critter that had been found behind the cabinets had been
feasting on the dishwasher too. So after a flurry of phone calls, we located an
appropriate dishwasher from Lowe’s (apparently Home Depot doesn’t keep any
stainless ones in stock) and the plumber picked it up on his way to the
house.
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new cabinets (but before floors refinished) with stubborn wallpaper on the soffits |
After the new cabinets were installed, I started work
on removing the wallpaper from the soffits above them. Again, mainly due to cost, we
had decided to keep the soffits because it was cheaper to leave them and have
Dustin’s crew patch in the stippling (a plaster finish like popcorn) on the
ceiling. There were two layers of
wallpaper up there, and even though it all had come off on the walls earlier,
the earlier blue layer just would not cooperate. I would have to sand it off.
This would take hours, and so I justified that I would rather spend those hours
taking down the stippling and it would make me happier to have the soffits come
out. So, Dustin gracefully accepted the change, and took the soffits out. Now,
had I known how much work it would be to take down the stippling, I might have
made a different decision. I spent about an hour on the ladder working before I
decided it was a better job for my handyman, Ovidio. He worked hard, but after
a day’s work it still wasn’t finished. And the mess, OMG. We put down plastic
tarps but the dust got everywhere and tracked through the house. After we
cleaned up that day, and I vacuumed the floors & carpets, I started dinner.
Unfortunately, we forgot to clean on top of the appliances & cabinets. So
for the next week, every time I opened up my freezer or cabinets, plaster dust
rained down. Just when I thought (again) that I had things cleaned up, I turned
on the microwave vent one evening and a volcano of debris came flying out of
the top.
The job
still isn’t finished, even though the contractors are now gone.
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Ovidio taking his turn on the ladder |
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new kitchen with soffits removed, but ceiling & painting not finished |
But other than that, things were moving along smoothly and I started
enjoying a number of firsts. The first time I had an outside light to greet me
when I came home after dark, the first time I could really cook in the kitchen,
the first time I could use the new bathroom, and the first time I could lock my
front door. When we removed the family room that was now the porch, we removed
the outside doors that the Holcombs had used. They didn’t use the original
front door, which could only be locked using a skeleton key (same with the back
door). In fact, all of the interior doors are original and have this locking
mechanism, along with original glass doorknobs. As a historian, I find skeleton
keys kind of charming, and will use them on the interior doors. But I don’t
think they are the best solution for the exterior, so I was happy when Dustin’s
crew installed deadbolts!
I promise I won't let too much time lapse before I post again! Happy Holidays everyone!
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The original front door in use again (although more paint scraping to be done) and a glimpse of one of the "after" photos coming soon... |
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