Week Thirteen saw the arrival of rafters and a roof.
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I tried to tell Leisa that the bracing on the side would have to stay, as the house wasn't stable without it, but she refused to believe me. We've been dating now for thirteen years and she's finally getting wise to my habits! |
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Here's a shot of the inside of the house. The far corner is
Brittany's room, the left side is the office (or maybe Justin's room,
scroll down for the Justin Report).
I'm standing in the doorway on the east side of the house, on the northeast corner of the addition. There will be a hallway allowing access to the office, Brittany's room, the bath and laundry. The bathroom and laundry room will be on the right side of the photo. Roberta is going to be very disappointed that we have an indoor laundry room, as in the past, I'd do my laundry at night, then run out to the drier in a towel in the morning to get clothes after my shower. I know that she was always watching and hoping.... |
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Here's a shot of the attic space. We can store all of
Leisa's "cute little wedding stuff" up here after the ceremony,
never to be looked at again.
We'll have a pull-down staircase in the hallway. And now might be an amusing time to go back and look at Mike's framing estimate. I haven't counted them personally at the jobsite, but it looks like there are about fourteen or so truss members here. And the trusses on the flat part are 12 or 13 feet wide, and so are the trusses on the west side with the peak. Nowhere near the "31 34' trusses" and 60 hip jacks called for in the estimate. And I don't see any hip jacks here. And the roof looks like plywood, not OSB. |
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Here's a shot of the basement area, shot from the northeast corner of the basement, in what will soon be the wine cellar. The room with the windows is the master bedroom. The master bath is to the right. The immediate foreground on the right side is the small walk-in closet. What do I mean when I say "small walk-in closet?" Allow me to share what I mean when I say "small walk-in closet:" Leisa, there isn't going to be room for everything you've ever owned and haven't worn in seventeen years. Start downsizing. Those who know me know I own about seven shirts, three pairs of pants, and a pair of thongs and a pair of shoes. As well as a bunch of shorts and a few pair of underwear. I'd like to have a foot or two of closet rod space for my stuff! We looked in the closet last night and she has stuff in there with the tags still on it. The item was originally marked $70 and the final purchase price was $4.99. Even though it's never been worn, it was too good a deal to pass up. |
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Here's a shot of the west side of the house, looking south. |
And now, the Justin Report:Justin successfully completed his orientation week at his new school. He's required to attend twenty hours per week. He didn't quite make twenty his second week. He clocked in with fourteen. I e-mailed the school administrator this week to get a progress report, and she informed us that as of Thursday afternoon, Justin hadn't attended at all. He's sitting in his room right now playing PS2. We're speculating that Justin spent the week either sparking up or playing PS2. Maybe both at the same time. He didn't attend Friday or Saturday, either. Friday, we had some fun with Justin. Leisa walked past his room while he was out "looking for a job," and noticed an empty Kleenex box. She picked it up to throw it away, but noticed that although it didn't have any Kleenex in it, it wasn't empty. There was a baggie containing a little weed, as well as a cellophane cigarette wrapper with a bunch of weed in it. Bingo! I dumped the weed down the toilet, then filled the baggies up with oregano. Then we put them back in the Kleenex box and threw them in the dumpster. Imagine the heart-stopping moment when Justin realizes his weed's gone. But wait, the trash in the trash can is gone, too. He knows Leisa's not that observant, and hopes that she just threw everything away, and that his weed will be in the dumpster. He runs to the dumpster, where he spots the box. He rummages around in the dumpster and finds that the weed is still there. Big sigh of relief. Relief quickly turns to dismay, though, as he realizes that it's not weed, but Kroger brand oregano! That's gotta hurt! He sprinkled a little oregano on the desk in front of the computer, and on top of one of my books. Just to let us know that he'd found it. We've had several "discussions" with Justin. Paraphernalia or weed in the house again: your furniture goes on the driveway and you find someplace new to live. Second discussion: you drop out or get tossed out of this school: your furniture goes on the driveway and you find someplace new to live. Selah. |
And a Cat Report:Leisa and I were at the house on Friday evening. Roberta came over and told us that she had been to the doctor and spent $1000 on her nose. She said that when we "talked" previously, and I told her she couldn't smell, she wasn't aware of the fact. She hired the girl across the street to come in and clean up the cat pen. I wasn't able to smell anything either yesterday or today, but there was a breeze. The real test is late at night after the winds die down. She said it's clean, and that she hopes that in the future I'll let her know if it begins to smell. My guess is that neighborhood services contacted her and told her she can't have the odors coming from her property. Now all I have to deal with are all of the cats that are still running around. I've talked to both Lingner's and Mattox's offices, and neither seem to want to introduce legislation limiting how many cats someone can have. I'm not going to stop, though. For my part, I thanked Roberta for cleaning it up, and told her that I'd let her know in the future if it got smelly again. She said that besides being neighbors, we're friends, and that she doesn't want the cats to disrupt that. I agreed. |
