In remodeling news, another week brought a little bit of progress. Hubs brought cooties home from the office…I wish he brought cookies instead…and we worked as long as we could in the 90° temperatures.
Respirators and bacterial viruses don’t mix well, but we almost finished demolition of the first floor. Surprisingly, our dumpster hit its limit before we did. We all felt like crap.
The crap in this load doesn’t include the kitchen cabinets, first floor bath, or the kitchen and breakfast room ceilings, or any debris from demolition of the second story. It’ll all end up in the new one.
All we could do this week was wreck a few rooms, cough a lot, wheeze in unison and sleep. Now, we wait for our new dumpster.
Last time, I said I would share the hamster house first floor plan with you. I use an Autodesk product called Revit for drafting. It’s an intuitive BIM (Building Information Modeling) program that allows you to catalog what you are keeping, create materials lists of supplies you need to purchase, build schedules from the information you put into the model, develop the project in phases, and produce a comprehensive set of plans for your trades to work from, all in one program.
I’ll figure it all out someday…and love using it, even though it drives me crazy sometimes.
Like when I have the plague.
As promised, here is the plan of the first floor, as it was when we bought it and before I took a crowbar to it. We haven’t made any structural changes yet, but have stripped it down to its birthday suit.
Check out all the interior doors. This house is small and crying out to be opened up, not only to let more light flow between the rooms, but also to have direct access to the sweet backyard.
Besides the beautiful light, hardwood floors, solid wood doors and gorgeous vintage hardware, I’m honestly not sure what attracted me to this house. The location is amazing…maybe that’s it.
It definitely wasn’t the claustrophobic kitchen.
Or this beauty of a bathroom, complete with cracked tile floors (due to slight structural flaws), and will meet its end in the next couple of weeks. I’m not in the mood for a port-a-potty just yet. Maybe when the temps dip down into the 80s…
The toilet lid should always be down in photographs. Sorry about that. Looks like I wasn’t the last one to use it, though. I’ll have a talk with the boys.
When the outer walls came down, we were reminded new plumbing will cure many ills and our hard work over the last few weekends will save money when it comes to fixing the broken places.
And, sadly, this commode side phone charging station will have to go. It’s a great place to hide when you want to avoid dust and surf Instagram, but the placement is unfortunate and there are no GFCI (Ground Fault Circuit Interruptor) outlets in the house. A definite no-no when it comes to life, safety and welfare codes.
Sorry about the dirt. I took some of these photos before we closed on the house. If it’s any consolation, it looks way worse now, as the insulation continues to fall from above.
My son got an early start on Saturday and took a Saws-All to the dilapidated laundry shed room. I’m so grateful for his hardwork. He knew how badly I wanted it gone.
Next to go, the crumbling ramping and railing.
After sleeping off Friday and Saturday’s cootie filled Adventures in Demolition, we popped in early on Sunday for four hours of concentrated hard work, so we could get some rest before spending a little time over the holiday weekend with our two favorite fellas.
School puts a cramp in my grandparenting gig. Who do I see about that?
Taking them out to play in a water park in this stifling heat was good for all of us. We needed the break and the wet snuggles.
And all was right with the world…until we pulled out of our apartment’s parking lot to take them home.
A small surprise awaited outside. It seems a college student made a slight error when calculating a turn and removed the junk from my trunk.
I didn’t even recognize it was my car. The only thing that kept it from ruining my day was the fact she left a detailed note with an apology and I know for sure explaining it to her father must’ve been awful so it’s a given her day was worse than mine.
It was always the hardest thing to do when I was young. Telling mom you screwed up is a piece of cake compared to disappointing dad. I wonder why that is?
Lesson learned:: Always take responsibility for your mistakes. Be honest and treat others the way you want to be treated. Believe me, I had a brief moment, but there was no way I could be upset with the young lady because she did the right thing, there is honor in that, and I’m grateful. Her father should be proud.
When we returned our sweet monsters to their mother, I had the privilege of seeing the cabinet and countertop installation in our youngest daughter’s new farmhouse kitchen. (She has goats and chickens, so it’s not the trendy farmhouse style, it’s an actual farmhouse.)
She still needs a backsplash and some open shelving, but it’s been fun to collaborate with her on this project, she has a great eye, and it made me look forward to the day our cottage kitchen—the whole house!—finally comes together.
Her husband is a contractor and collects artifacts he finds on jobs sites. At least one of the bottles seen above is a beautiful antique opalescent glass container from France. It’s always fun to see his latest finds.
With weddings to attend this weekend and next, our progress will slow a bit, but the slate should be clean and ready to go very soon. Hopefully, the next phase will move a little faster than the last and we’ll be well and running at full speed.
Your remodeling stories are always welcome in the comments, so be sure to share them and I’ll gladly field a question or two or lend a helping hand, as long as you’re willing to share a photo of your wreck. Just remember to put the toilet seat down before you snap it.
May your week be filled with peace, love and compassion. I hope you take the time to get out and enjoy the beauty that surrounds you. A few minutes is all you need to recharge your batteries!