Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Foundation or swimming pool?

February 8: Welcome to home renos on the Wet Coast. Probably why HGTV is never here. The excavators came, dug, left, then it rained, and rained, and rained.

Note that the original (pre-code) house has no concrete footings. The 1976 addition to the right does.

The slope from back of house to front is minimal, so they want to replace the old clay tiles with new drains to handle the increased amount, but they are out there in heavy clay, looking for the elusive city drainage connection. They dig, put cameras through, run water through, but it's nowhere to be found. Probably under our front walkway, so the digging gets creative.

Asbestos testers came by and took samples of the kitchen wall and floor. We know there is asbestos in the glue on the old tiles, but it was sometimes used in the walls as a binding agent. Apparently, in the 1930s, they used horse hair. At least that wouldn't kill you.

Goodbye deck Goodbye porch



February 1: It took two days to take down the deck and build the temporary stairs for Max. The two workers take nails out of usable wood, cut them into usable lengths, and stack them back by the treehouse for later. They are surprised to find that the deck joists had been built right into the addition's joists. I'm not.

It takes a day to take out the patio stones (also neatly stacked) and take down the porch. They find the rats’ nest, but no petrified bodies. I guess that’s good. Two trailer loads of crap wood and old wood furniture are gone now.

Goodbye deck-eating wisteria

January 26: Today, the wisteria, clematis and trellises come down. The concrete trellis posts are about three feet deep. Definitely deeper than usual. Odd, but not really for this house. Wisteria and clematis are chopped down to almost nothing. The roots are left for the excavator.

I start digging out the herbs I want to keep and put them in pots I collected from the dump. I have to quit because I run out of steam.

I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Head in for tea and jelly bellies to fortify.