Posted by Bob on 08 Feb 2009 | Tagged as: chronicle
Somehow spammers have latched onto the “about” page and are bombarding me. I am trying to cut them off.
Since there have been so few real comments, I am shutting off open commenting, but visitors can still, I think, register and them comment. At least that’s what I am trying to set up.
We’ll see if that works.
Posted by Bob on 23 Dec 2008 | Tagged as: chronicle
I bet you thought I was talking about Christmas stuff.
I was talking about “trimbers,” which is to say timber-like elements that aren’t actually part of the structure. Pretty much as soon as we saw wallboard up we realized that the braces that had been left out of the frame (their stresses handled by the two-by-four infill and plywood overlay) left a hole in our appreciation of what the framing should look like. We determined to add some trimbers later to “fill out” the frame. And “later” has finally come.
An earlier “later” saw the trimbers in the great hall go up, then the usual mish-mash of delays, unfortunate timing, and other “necessities” set in. Now, however, we have trimbers filling out the frame “look” in our bedroom, the master bath, and the utility room. It is so the “look” that when hauled in to admire the first of the new ones, Liz wondered what she was supposed to be looking at. They really do feel like they belong.
Oh, and the house is decorated for Christmas, too. Mark 1 decoration regime, mind you. We wanted to see how what we had fit with the house. Much of it fits pretty well, actually. We did add a new item or two and have plans for next year.
Hope everyone has happy, pleasant, and safe holidays.
Posted by Bob on 10 Dec 2008 | Tagged as: chronicle
Admit it, you knew it was going to happen.
This time it’s the Utility Room. Currently hanging on the wall are two eight foot long shelves supported by laser cut brackets matching the ones I used to form the arches in the window seat’s stub walls up in the loft. The shelves sit over the shallow, glass-fronted cabinet and the deeper, country-style eight- door cabinet. This construct pretty much completes the “pantry” storage space.
I’ve got wood putty drying in the nail holes of the nosing. Sanding, then the inevitable second touch-up patching. After that, priming of the holey bits and finally a coat of primer and paint.
Not all today, of course. Not with all those drying times and the current high humidity due to 100% probable precipitation here.
Still, soon there will be pantry shelves. Then will come the shelving of things on them. Fun all around!
Posted by Bob on 30 Nov 2008 | Tagged as: chronicle
All the leaves fall.
Well, not all really. Some of the oaks are doing the oak thing and holding on to them, awaiting the new buds or sufficient wind to dislodge them. But there were more than enough to pretty much cover all our hard-earned grass, meaning raking had to be done before the new lawn was smothered.
And it was done. Result: aching muscles. And a strong desire to figure out what equipment will best serve us out in the yard to deal with said yard. And to acquire it before this season returns.
Happy Fall , everyone!
Of course the other thing about leaving for awhile was that this was the first time we’ve been away from the newplace for any real length of time. It was swell to come back. Despite the way-too-many loose ends, the place has a real homey feel to it. So nice!
Soon there will be the first decorating for Christmas.
Posted by Bob on 12 Oct 2008 | Tagged as: chronicle
Not Bad for a Sickie.
I’m still snurfling so I’ve been hanging around the house this weekend. And doing stuff.
The garage doors are now washed and stained. We now have a shelf in the office nook/closet. And we have a stone step at the bottom of the west deck stairs — no more plywood to prevent those muddy landings. And the LBC stuff in the garage is re-arranged so I can get the van in again.
In the “not as good as it could have been” department: The countertop guy was supposed to come and take a look at the now re-cracked fix he did weeks ago. It was supposed to happen Saturday AM. He didn’t show up. He called mid-afternoon while I was in the garage and said he’d try again later. Which AFAIK never happened. Follow-up time.