The crew has been working on the roofs all week, so the house doesn't really look any different - still the wooden plywood box that will become the bedroom and bath, and still the open trusses over the garage. There's a lot of cutting and nailing and more cutting and more nailing of those flanges, and the upright pieces and the board that the gutters get attached to, and..
The electrician has been looking things over - where to put the new circuit breaker box, where to install the switches after the new front door is installed, and, oh yeah, the rats have eaten your wiring and it needs to be replaced. Eww. It's a wonder the house hasn't caught on fire before - it seems the original (or maybe the last owner's remodel) wiring wasn't up to code - like a major hot wire across the top of the front entrance, and one just under the frame of the old bedroom door, where the (metal) latch struck against it every time.
And we have to put in strong walls and shear walls that require tearing out parts of the house that we did not realize needed work.
We're learning how to live with a constant train of craftsmen wanting in to measure something that that they are tearing out next week. For instance, the heating guy was in and out of the attic all day one day, looking over where the heating pipes will go, what needs to be insulated, where the vents will go. Turns out they have to move the furnace 90 degrees and put in a new door for it, because where it is now is where the new wall will join into the old part of the house. That will entail hanging plastic sheeting across the front entrance way, one, cutting off our egress, and two, even more restricting the space we can move around in. Sometimes, it feels like we will be down to living under a plastic tarp in Gary's office and using the portable toilet that is in the middle of the front yard.
Every day they work the imaginary big digital sign over the door counts off dollars. Every person I see is more money out.
And, of course, the big finale to the week - Saturday night at 12:15 (to be exact) it started to rain - again!! The barometer had dropped earlier in the day, but we didn't think much of it - no rain in the forecast, supposedly. We heard dripping in the garage, and around the front, where the new part will be attached to the old part. Mad dash to find buckets and pots, and called Bill.
Weather forecast calls for gale force winds. The plastic has come loose and is flapping all over. Another call to Bill! See the video below.
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