More renovations

Early on in the pandemic we made a "to do" list for the house. My thought was that if we had something tangible to focus on it would keep our minds off the crazy.  It would help me think less about the fact that I have camped zero times this summer, hung out with friends zero times this summer been to the beach zero times this summer, seem my mother zero times this summer. . . You get the idea.

The biggest project we decided to tackle was our front porch.  I binge watched youtube vids and shared them to my wife, pumping up her enthusiasm (while she pretty much enjoys this journey now she was a lot less confident than I was that we could do these things.)  And initially, our project pretty much mirrored the helpful videos that we saw.  I got myself an orbital hand sander and got the beams sanded and we painted to a fair thee well.  I ripped up old flooring and sanded the floor.  We inspected said floor for damages.  And just like the videos there was a small section that needed repair.  

Armed with my boundless enthusiasm and said videos we pulled up the punky boards and discovered!  A missing joist.  Hmmm. Odd but this is an OLD porch on a 200 year old house.  Stranger things have been found working on this house.  We put in a new joist where there was not one, we married a new sturdy 2 x 4a to a less sturdy one and framed it in nicely.  Doesn't it look lovely?

Then we removed the last punky board and discovered that the support post to our porch was disintegrated.  As in, 40 years of hard living had turned it to dust.  I called a good friend in a panic.  He came over and looked and said well Sh### !  There was talk of jacking the house and contractors and all I could see were dollar signs.  And lets face it, while working on my home in the pandemic is fun--I am still very mindful of our money right now.  My wife is only recently back to most of her work. My middle son is not back yet.  And unemployment tanks next week unless there is a miracle. But back to the porch.

We called another friend.  He loves old housing and works for  a contractor.  One of my big worries was losing the fancy gingerbread trim if the whole post had to be replaced.  Yes, he agreed, nodding sagely, that would be horrible and very expensive to save.  However it was not clear if we would have to replace the whole post.  It was possible that this damage was caused by faulty gutters and moisture and that it only went part way up.

A glimmer of hope!  Back to youtube I went.  The next week armed with a 4 x 4 fence post that we got free from a job site my wife worked at, some 2 x 4s and a lot of prayers we went to town on the porch. We dug out all the punky wood.  We discovered good and bad things.  Bad.  There was no real footing for the porch post.  Good. The post was not a single entity.  At some point my grandfather had replaced the bottom half of the post with a couple of 2 x 4s joined together.  

We debated trying to make a nice footing for our post.  But as you can tell from the picture there was not a lot of room to dig.  I would have to use a hand trowel and I would likely still be there. LOL

In this picture you can see that I braced the porch with a 2 x 4 and inset my fence post.  We set the post on bricks which was the "footing" my grandfather had used. Why mess with what worked for 40 plus years?  We also had to take off that weird green stuff which was a thin, sort of papery backing board that he used before putting the finish boards over it.  My guess is it was all they could afford and it most definately was not rated for exterior work.  We took it off (but only in that section, I am not up for redoing the whole porch!) and put up exterior rated backing board.

Here's the exterior backing board we installed and you can also see that we had repaired the floor at this point as well.  It was starting to look like we would finish and that it was going to come out ok!

And it did!  Here is the repair with the new finish boards, ready for painting. (they have since been primed and I will paint this weekend.)  I will also paint that small area beside our repair where my paint was damaged by having to open the wall up. All in all it was about 8 hours of work and 5 trips to hardware stores as our efforts revealed new and different issues to address.  I should also mention that we don't own a power saw.  This stuff was hand cut, though we do have a drill and a few other small power tools.  I am beginning to dream about a small table saw set up!

Aside from painting the repair our next part of the project is making screens.  Another new skill to learn.  And yesterday the gutters were replaced so hopefully the water issue will also be a thing of the past.

Reaching for the new normal

Most of the state I live in has cautiously re-opened.  There are differences though.  It is not a return to what we had before.  I am not sure it ever will be.  For instance my bank is still in person by appointment only.  Most transactions are by ATM or from a remote teller during the day.  They are still not open extended hours and my son has to use the night depository for his paychecks as a result.

My beloved yoga studio is opening for two months only with severely limited numbers in the class and a requirement to wear masks the whole time.  I have thought this over and I can not see me successfully doing yoga with a mask on. So I will revert to my home exercise program with Beachbody.  I can't do yoga successfully without someone really watchng my posture for me.  What feels straight to me is not, because I have scoliosis and am always slightly off kilter as a result. But I can do barre, I can do a lot of strength training, those things I can do without issue here so I have to resign myself to that being my only official exercise.

Today Elisabeth is at a social distance birthday party for a close friend. They are having dinner for 5 girls at a local restaurant. The restaurant has social distancing.  You wear a mask till the food arrives.  The wait staff are masked. The menus are disposable.  After the dinner they are returning to my friends home where they will sit on the patio and watch the present opening and have cake.  Is it perfect?  Probably not.  But I let her go because as worried as I am about Covid (and I do worry) I also worry about my kids emotional well being.  For Elisabeth particularly, the need for some in person socialization is very evident. And if this thing is going to be around for the long haul, my gut feeling is that hiding in our homes is not going to save us.

Today I decided to go raspberry picking.  I have always picked a lot of fruit. When the kids were little I had 2 helping me pick and one strapped on my back and one I dragged along beside me in a car seat type gizmo.  We would do strawberries, raspberries, blueberries peaches and apples.  This year our state did no pick your own strawberries, but they are doing raspberries.  Like everything, this is a familiar experience with unfamiliar guidelines.  We used to ride a wagon down to the fields, the benches filled with laughter and chatter as groups of us became acquainted and talked about our plans for the fruits of our labors.  We'd have cold water in water bottles with us because this is thirsty work and the sun is hot. We would wander through the rows of produce looking for the biggest berries or the juiciest ones.

Now you have to make a reservation to pick (unless you show up super early like I did!) You must wear a mask the whole time you are in the field.  There is a mandatory handwashing station.  You have to walk down to the fields, no more tractors pulling a wagon of eager pickers. And just like the grocery stores, the rows of fruit are one way rows with arrows to show which way to go.

It was definately not as pleasant--picking with no hydration in a mask will never be something that could be called comfortable when it is 85 degrees and humid.  But it felt like at least in some way I was doing something that I was able to do pre-Covid. There was something important about that for me--especially as I keep in contact with my sister in AZ who has the virus and is trying to get healthy.

(note: I actually picked four containers but didn't think to snap a pic until I had the first one flash freezing!)

Mini Vaca post (from a couple weeks ago!)

I am back from a mini vacation at a friend's waterfront camp.  The location was only about 10 minutes from our home but felt literally worlds away.  M found out that we had to cancel our planned camping trip out of state due to Covid. (I can not sign the required affadavit that I have self quarentined for 14 days before entering the other state)  She offered free use of her family's camp.  It was somewhat 11th hour so my wife had a lot of cleaning jobs lined up and could not be there as much as we would hope.  KC had work and had the same issue.  Elisabeth had taken on pet sitting for a friend and would need to go back and forth from camp back to our city so she could fulfill those duties.  

Despite all that, all of us got to spend some time at the camp and we made the most of every minute of it.  It was amazing how much cooler and comfortable the temperatures were.  The little camp was sweet and the kids were loving the fact that it had a/c if you wanted to use it. (we have none in our old house here in the city and survive with fans only) I loved how quiet it was.  Our city is loud and busy with traffic and the sounds of those we share the street with.

There was a night I was there alone with all the kids and my wife heading home after a day spent on the water.  I am rarely alone and typically don't enjoy it.  I am a people person in the purest sense of the word.  But either my spirit really needed this or the space was so different that I did not feel lonely.  Or maybe both.  I went on walks around the camp community.  I sat by the dock and watched the boaters and the sun set. I read, drank tea and watched bunnies romping.  I sat so quietly a duck swam past me close enough that I could have touched its feathers.  

The next day the family rejoined me after their various duties had been attended to.  More water fun.  KC and Rob kayaked together.  My wife took Chet out in a kayak.  Elisabeth and I spent time lounging in very comfy floaty tubes on the lake.  Elisabeth spent the night with me that night and that was fun.  We rarely have time just the two of us.  We walked together and chatted about nothing serious. She loved watching the rabbits and the fact that the room she claimed as "hers" had a big double bed.

The last day after the family spent the day, Rob and KC spent the night with me.  Before everyone left we had a campfire and then the boys and I spent time gathering our gear.  The next day we would leave in the morning but would climb a local mountain on our way home.  That was so much fun and really special. We made it to the top in a record time--one of my weird habits is that I am always trying to beat either the book time on a hike or my own personal best time.  This hike did both.  And gave me time with my sons.

Quarantine life has taken things from us most definately.  I really miss seeing friends.  I miss spontaneous gatherings. I miss the occasional restaurant meal.  But I love the deepening relationships and increased family time. I love the conversations around the dinner table and as we hike or joke around at the camp fire. And I loved the three days at the camp and hiking with my guys!

The Reno train keeps moving along!

The renovation work has continued since Covid-19 still keeps us socially distanced from those we love and many of the things we do.  We find joy in working on and around the house.  This shot is of Chet washing siding. This is something he does well as long as I have the time to stand there with him.

Another big project has been painting all the white trim on the house.  It has been labor intensive--lots of scraping and prep is needed before the paint actually goes on.  A good paint job is 90 percent prep and when one is dealing with areas that have not been painted for many years this is especially true.  On the upside, it was a good reason to buy a small orbital hand sander for myself!  The trim looks fresh and crisp now. The only trim that remains I have to rent a big ladder for as it is under those windows at the very top in the picture above.

I have now also begun work on the porch interior.  That space you see in the picture will someday have screens that my wife and I want to make. Today I sanded the floor. It has been covered for 40 years by that fake grass stuff.  It is now sanded and it appears there is only one area that really requires some attention.  I think there is a rotted joist that we will have to sister a board to and then put a patch of new tongue and groove there.  Can you tell I amuse myself watching DIY youtube videos?

The floor will eventually be painted with gray enamel.  Then we will put an indoor outdoor area rug down and my wife will have a nearby little oasis when she has a few minutes to relax.

Home Inprovement with Chet

Another weekend in quarentine, another weekend of house projects.  Saturday the weather was damp and threatening most of the day. So the day of painting that I had planned could not happen.  However it was warm enough that Chet could start washing the siding of the house.  This is how we spent Saturday morning, he and I. He can't do the job without active supervision but if I am there to keep him focussed, he does very well and is always very proud of his efforts.  We got one and a half sides of the house washed and he got to stand on our new 6 foot step ladder (successfully with no forays to urgent care needed!) He was extra excited and proud of that.  Finding ways Chet can help without injuring himself or someone else is often a challenge.  This is a job that will keep him busy for a while as our house is really big.  We can't get up to the very top of our house but we can get way up past the average sight line and the lower areas are the areas with the most dust and dirt anyway!

Rain came in during the afternoon and prevented our Saturday fire pit gathering.  Actually we got in about 20 or 30 minutes before the rain came back and chased us inside.  Today K and I were able to start painting our front porch.  We have decided we don't like the way the columns came out and I went out and purchased a small orbital sander to take down the paint more on those and get a better smoother coverage.  We painted the walls on the inside of the front porch as well and those look good.  Tomorrow I will test out the sander and hopefully have a smoother surface for a more even coverage.  I am picky about things like that.  It is better to take the time and get the job done correctly.  

We also planted potatos and onions at our community garden plot.  And because summer should always have some silliness-even in times like this--we had ice cream for supper from one of the best local ice cream stands around.  You can't get cones and only one person can pick up the order and you can't eat (even outside) on the premises, but it was still fresh home made ice cream and sooooo delicious.

I thought I would be sanding the porch and hall floors this weekend but unless i have time to sand and paint after work that may be another week out. We shall see!

 

More Renovations!

This is Elisabeth's room after a renovation weekend.  We painted the walls and trim, laid the new vinyl planking floor (also a new skill for us!) and put the new bed frame together.  It was almost completed in one day, but a bit of the work was finished up on the second day. Laying the flooring was not as hard as we feared and though there is a learning curve, it came out really well.

In fact, we may want to put this type of flooring in my wife's bedroom and in our living room in the future.  Elisabeth loves the room and the new bed frame (also put together the same day.)  Now we are moving on to the front porch which needs a bit of love after not having much attention for many years.

Saturday NIghts Fireside

Last night after the sun went down we had a fire in our fire pit.  This amazing pit was built by my wife and our two boys last year. It was late in the season though and although Rob used it a number of times with friends, there never seemed to be time for all of us to gather there.  But time is more available these days in the time of Covid.  Living in a state with the 3rd highest rate of infection has meant lots of time doing things as a family unit.

That is an upside to all of this.  I have had times to cook with my Rob.  Chef by vocation, he and i have worked in the kitchen together.  He has helped plan menus for family meals, and has been here for game nights and fire pits. Up till Rob was probably 17 or so, he did virtually everything that I did with the younger kids.  His choice,not a requirement.  He came on every camping trip. He went with us to the park and would play soccer with the youngers and I , there were hikes and bike rides. He came food shopping and sat with me at dance classes.  Not that he did not also have things he did without his siblings and without me.  He was part of youth group, mission trips, homeschool classes , a week away at summer camp, and had a wide circle of friends that led to a variety of experiences.  But as wide as his experiences were, he wanted and needed a close touchstone of family.  I was always more than fine with it.  And as I suspected, when he went to college the ties loosened naturally.  There were friends and experiences engendered through college life.  He began working and had more relationships and experiences through that as well.  He began to be around less and less.

Pre-pandemic I saw him at night when he came home from work--usually around 12:30 a.m.  He was sleeping when I left for work in the morning.  We always talked briefly when he came in and if he was going back out with friends he always let me know.  I am a light enough sleeper that his tread on the stairs always has woken me enough to chat and see how his shift was, what his plans were.

Now we have time for lots more talking.  Last night we were the last two at the fire pit.  There were marshmallows and laughter for several hours and then one by one the others all began to drift away, looking for showers and bed.  He and I sat out with the dogs watching the bats flit across the sky, seeing the stars gleaming, talking but also enjoying periods of pause. 

I'm thinking that this is a great gift. When eventually the world resumes something resembling normalcy, I know I'll see him much less. I know that he hopes to be living somewhere else in a few years.  Though fledging may look differently post-covid I know that there will be a time when he makes his own home somewhere else.  The virus has taken much.  KC's first recital in the lead role at the dance school.  Elisabeth's Girl Scout encampment. My Sunday mornings in community with my church. . . but there have been unexpected gifts as well.  This is a big one.