The start of a VERY long project (railings).

Y’all might remember that slightly massive project where I just put a roof on The Old Vic…

Well, no good deed goes unpunished ya see…my insurance company sent the picture-dude out to see if we had actually done anything and their response was something like, “Meh. New roof. Whatever dude. Now…put porch railings on your house that meet modern building code or no insurance for you!”

Pity…all this technology and there’s still no, “Nuke the bastard on the other end of the phone” button on my smart phone. Sigh.

So…around 100 feet of porch/decking needs new railings…and it’s a Queen Anne so that black aluminum cheap crap pre-made Chinese railing just isn’t going to cut it.

But what to do? Historic is out. It HAS historic rails…you can see them in this shot and they are still there (well, two south ones are missing):

The Doak house circa 1902. That's the Doak family in the picture.

The railings in 1902

The Historic rails (I could EASILY replace the missing two…)

Front after

The railings today

But the historic railings don’t meet code by any definition and some pour soul that is trespassing and has come through my secured perimeter fence might just fall the 30 inches off the porch into the hard grass below.

Hoops to jump through…100 feet of rails between 36 and 42 inches tall that you can’t pass a 4-inch ball through. See, irony of irony…railings are CHOKING hazards and have killed more children than a 30 inch fall into the grass ever will…

But I digress.

We were always going to change them though…the house is quite ornate and it seems they ran out of time/effort/money about the time to put the railings on it, (“Uh, HERE…take this here bodark branch I found out back, whittle it down a bit, and stick it on there. That’ll do!”)

But now? Why now?

And you KNOW it’s all connected, right? Can’t replace the railings till I repair a couple problems with the columns and porch (don’t want to build railings TWICE after-all), and level that thing over there and replace that rot and THEN I’ll need to address the underpinning and I can’t do the rear deck till I finish the planned EXPANSION on the rear deck and so on and….

Anyway…I decided to start on the rear deck…as it needs railings for sure and that gives me the place to “develop” the look and technique of crafting a Victorian appropriate railing that I can actually afford…

So…Off to the races!

Hmmm….but before I can install railings on the rear deck I need to replace the old stairway. It used to lead to an old single door that was rather haphazardly installed in a not-well built wall that was done WAY back sometime when they enclosed a porch. We replaced it (with a real wall, and the door turned to a window…and a double French door took its place (THAT project starts at this link and involves “Operation Coverup“)

The Old stairs:

The old stairway

The old stairway

Now gone. That was simultaneously more difficult than I expected, yet disturbingly easy:

Old stairs removed.

Old stairs removed.

Gonna have to do something about that massive hole…they just poured concrete around the old stairs when they added this driveway

Gonna have to do something about the hole, yes?

Gonna have to do something about the hole, yes?

Ten bags of sand and twenty bags of concrete later (2400 pounds!)

Concrete poured!

Concrete poured!

Despite days and days of rain, I finally managed to get the stairs up…and start on railings.

Suddenly, stairs!

Suddenly, stairs!

LOTS of fiddley-bits left to do here…top rail, trim, some braces etc…but this is enough to illustrate “the look” we’re going for.

The look.

The look.

It was also enough to determine the method/materials needed to do the rest of the railings around the house. This was my “experiment” so to speak.

Going to look nice!

Going to look nice!

And I realized about 20 seconds after I took these pictures that the very first/bottom spindle was in upside down…so dragged out the screw gun again and reversed it.

Next, top rail, trim, etc…oh…and the minor project of a deck expansion…

CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer

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So screwed…

That's a handful (click for larger)

That’s a handful (click for larger)


Sunday was some gorgeous weather…so I spent a chunk of it working on the south side of the Old Vic…we took the old “awning” (term used very loosely) down before the roof job but that had made a mess of the eaves and years of…I don’t know…*weirdness* on the screened in porch need to be undone.

Buttoning up the eaves, and pulling extra/unneeded screws and nails that were stuck all over the side of the house took a few hours.

Some trim, some paint, and some new screens will make things look a whole lot better.
The picture is all the superfluous nails/screws I pulled out of about a 24-foot long section of the side of the Old Vic…

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Check it out…

New Roof for The Old Vic.

New Roof for The Old Vic.

The entire write-up on the new roof for The Old Vic is gathered HERE. Lots of pics, information, long-windedness, a little bit of sheer terror, and even a dragon!

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No more for you…

corgi_coffeeHeard around the Meyer casa this morning:

“NO! No more coffee for Corgi-dogs!”

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The Stats

Curious about the stats?

It’s a big roof…and complex.

Diagram

Diagram

-60 square of shingles…and I kid you not…there were only three shingles left over.
-180 sheets of Techshield decking.
-500+ feet of eaves.
-425 feet of ridge.
-250 feet of valleys.
-56 facets or exposures to this roof!
-Majority of the roof is 12/12 pitch…or 45 degrees.

The shingle used is GAF Sienna in their “Harbor Mist” color. It is a lifetime shingle.

Service First is a certified installer for the GAF system and all components of the roof are GAF installed to their specifications.

Ice and water shield used under all the valleys, which are exposed W channel. Double protection. Extra care was taken in all the known problem areas of the house. Liberal use of ice and water shield, high-end underlay, 6-nailed shingles (for pitch and wind resistance).

I figure there is more than 800 man-hours in this roof…80 man-hours on the tower alone. NOT a small project.

Yep, we paid a bit…but we got what we paid for.

(aerial views of the old roof to show the sheer size and complexity)

Now…on to the next project!

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Before and after…

We are THRILLED with the new roof…and highly recommend Service First Roofing and Construction. They promised a lot, and delivered all of it.

So…some before and after!

Eastern Before

Eastern Before

Eastern After

Eastern After

South Before

South Before

South After

South After

North Before

North Before

North After

North After

Front/Tower before

Front/Tower before

Tower After

Tower After

Front after

Front after

Front After

Front After

The difference is dramatic.

The difference is dramatic.

The difference is dramatic…and accomplishes everything we set out to do with this project. A lifetime roof with Victorian attitude. We love it.

The only drawback? Heh…it points out how bad our paint…and that ratty carport are. More work to do. Ah well. It’s a process!

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All over but the fat lady singing…

Day 10…and it’s all over but the fat lady singing. Except there’s no fat lady here so I guess I’ll have to do.

I put on some rocking tunes and make some breakfast.

Remember the surprise sourdough from yesterday? Well it came in very handy.

I do my best work (of any kind) to music.

Some scrambled eggs, sausage, and cheese on grilled, home-made sourdough?

Why yes, thanks. That’ll do.

Mmmmmm....

Mmmmmm….

Shortly the crew was back and the tower work continued. It was slow going.

Almost done!

Almost done!

Soon enough though…it was time to bring out the spire.
final_step

About half a billion gasketed screws…and it was done.

The spire is on!

The spire is on!

The construction and shape of the spire convinced me it’s missing a band around the bottom…to cover the screw area…I took measurements and will make/install that piece later.

They were here a couple more hours fine-tuning the roof/flashings and cleaning up…and we were done.

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Final Stretch

Day 9 dawns…and I’m really liking what I’m seeing.

We spent considerable extra to put a high-end designer shingle on the Old Vic…enough so that we pondered and agonized…and later…questioned whether we were making the right choice. Would it even matter? Would anybody notice? Was it worth the effort and expense?

Today it was obvious that it mattered…and we made the right choice. This house is all about attitude. There’s no point in doing anything less.

Yep...gonna be gorgeous. No question.

Yep…gonna be gorgeous. No question.

I…apparently…have a new skill.

Sooo…what with all the construction destruction, medical crisis, multiple vehicular zoomages across large swaths of Texas, it turns out the wife and I ended up in different cities…again.

Shorty the Corgi and I ran into each other in the hall and were both kind of surprised:

Me: “I have the dog?”
Him: “She left me with him?”

I served up his dinner…which means I dumped a cup of food in his bowl. He examined it and then gave me a VERY clear, “That’s NOT how She does it.” look.

And yep…I actually *asked* the dog, “Well? How DOES She do it?”

He trots to the refrigerator. I, of course, open it. He looks intently at the shelves in the door. I start pointing. When I get to the milk he bounces up and down and gallops back to his bowl.

There’s nothing quite as cute as a happy, stubby, stout, Corgi-dog galloping on those little short legs.

I sigh, and dribble a little milk on his food. He snorts. I dribble a little more. Another snort and…the look.

“Okay, say when!” and I start pouring. Just a bit more than a dribble and he barks once. I stop pouring.

And…yep…he eats his dinner. All is right with the world.

Except…clearly…I speak fluent Corgi…a dubious skill that I’m not sure how I acquired.

I’m pondering the usefulness of adding that to my resume.

Depressed Corgi-dog.

The wife’s not here…so we have a depressed Corgi-dog.

Up, up, and away!

The work is difficult…and meticulous…and simply can’t be rushed.

The work is difficult.

The work is difficult.

We don’ need no stinkin’ lunch…

At some point in the late afternoon (probably when my hands began shaking) I posted to Facebook:

“Hmmm…yesss….I suppose lunch *should* be more substantial than coffee and an oatmeal cookie…”

Very shortly one of my local friends supplied me with surprise sour-dough! A beautiful home-made loaf…delivered even! Woot! Thanks Barb!

Surprise Sourdough!

Surprise Sourdough!

But another day is done…

The complexity of the pattern and difficulty of working “up there” takes it’s toll. The tower, cleanup, and a few other issues take the entire day. Before anybody realizes it he day fades away.

It's complex...

It’s complex…

It’s gonna take one more time.

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Towerification

Day 8 dawns…the weather is gorgeous…and today they’re going to scale the tower.

Day 8 dawns...

Day 8 dawns…

But first…

Remember this pic? That’s my Mom. It could have been the last I took of her.

Stubborn lady...

Stubborn lady…

We had a nice custard fruit-tart, mixed strawberries and blueberries, and coffee for all set out for breakfast. Mom was supposed to come down…but she didn’t show (she lives about 4 houses down the street from the Old Vic).

I texted, “Breakfast?”

Shortly got back, “Okay.”

Weird. She knew about it beforehand…

She finally shows up and it’s obvious she’s not feeling good. Out of breath, a bit confused…hasn’t been well all night. We checked her pulse and blood sugar…no issues there…but something wasn’t right. She was wheezing…bronchitis or such?

Screw it. I can fix pretty much anything…that’s not human. Humans are all picky about the process and leaky if I work on them with power tools. I know when experts are needed. A trip to the doc or hospital was in order.

“I don’t want to go.”

Seems she doesn’t like hospitals near us…and her doctor…the one with all her records/history/such apparently simply walked off the job.

A bit more “himhawing” around…and as I thought about the symptoms I realized I’d just been through similar with my Dad…could be a heart/circulation issue.

I put my foot down (as much as ya can with my Mom…sheesh!) “Ya got three choices. 1) You’re going to the hospital. 2) You’re going to the hospital. 3) You’re going to the hospital.”

She could ride in the car (probably the fastest way), she could ride in an ambulance, or I could use ratchet-straps to tie her down in the back of Little Rivet…the little pickup.

She chose the car. Good choice.

The wife’s car…being new and having a quarter-million less miles on it than Little Rivet…would be the safer and more comfortable bet. Since I had roofage going on and the situation seemed to be stable, the wife said she’d take her.

I piled the women in the car (a process that is MORE frustrating than herding kittens in a yarn factory) and sent them on their way. Short of it is…heart/circulation issue due to medicines out of balance. Wasn’t quite critical…but would have been soon. She’s back home and feeling better.

To the tower!

The tower crew arrived as promised…the crew lead is an expert and does slate/tile roofs and other specialty roofing all over the country. Two guys from the previous crew are also there to help hork (technical term) stuff up there, clean-up, and touch-up some other issues.

In short order it’s obvious he knows exactly what he’s doing.

Look at that sky!

Look at that sky!

I don’t think we’d have EVER found a better weather window for this roof…things were working out great!

The work slowed down rapidly as he goes up…EVERY shingle on that tower has a cut…and as he got higher, several cuts, and the shingle coverage got smaller (meaning more courses and even MORE cuts).

EVERY shingle placement was measured. Meticulous work. The guy knew what he was about and wouldn’t be rushed.

Within a couple hours...

Within a couple hours…

Meanwhile they finished up other issues and mounted the Roof Dragon.

Roof Dragon in place

Roof Dragon in place

Closer view

Closer view

Another angle

Another angle

We like!

We like!

Roof Dragon got mounted on a full moon night!

Roof Dragon got mounted on a full moon night!

Before we knew it the day was done. The tower was about 80% covered…but due to the increasing complexity…only about half “done”.

They would have to come back for another day.

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A day off?

Day 7 dawns…and Coco the Siamese has a SERIOUS case of the hiccups. Nothing evokes sympathy (or perhaps pity) even as I laugh…quite like a little Siamese cat with a severe case of the hiccups.

Hiccups so bad she almost levitates...

Hiccups so bad she almost levitates…

With the rains scheduled for Saturday night and Sunday morning, the crew left for home and promised to be back Monday (beautiful weather predicted!).

As predicted, it began raining around midnight and kept it up pretty steadily until late Sunday morning.

What a relief it was…to not have a bunch of buckets collecting water in the Old Vic. We were DRY!

All in all we got between 3/4″-1″ of rain…all on the outside of the house for a change!

We had Mom over for a leisurely breakfast (waffles, sausage, coffee, and strawberries) and chatted through the morning.

Around lunchtime the weather blew away and it turned into a “Chamber of Commerce” day. Gorgeous temperatures, sun, maybe a little breezy…but gorgeous.

A day off. I tried. I really did…but a project was calling my name.

Apparently I suck at days off.

There was a shed built on the north side of The Old Vic that was quite ramshackle, unstable, and frankly, just plain ugly. I’ve wanted it GONE since we bought the place.

This thing...I want it gone!

This thing…I want it gone!

Disassembling it was problematic though. The low side of it was 12 feet off the ground, and at least two of the poles had rotted off at the ground and the thing was quite unstable.

It HAD to be taken apart…it was too close to the house on one side and the fence on the other to risk pulling it over…and the bottom line is that it would take itself down soon enough and damage something in the process.

Just pushing on one of the poles wobbled the entire thing…by a foot or more at the top!

A closer view...to capture the UGLY.

A closer view…to capture the UGLY.

No other way to do it…but to climb on top and pull the sheet metal, then take the joists down one at a time…and all the while…to pray that I don’t pull that ONE nail that’s keeping the entire thing standing.

THAT…my friends…was a hell of a ride.

The view from on top of the shed

The view from on top of the shed

The nails that hold sheet metal on are serrated things that don’t pull easily…I had to hook them with a crowbar (a Stanley Wonderbar), but then I could not “ease” them out…the serrations hold quite well and an easy pull simply would pull part of the head off. Rather, I had to hook and jerk them. BANG! Every nail…hundreds of them…each pull wobbling the entire shed and making for quite the amusement park ride experience.

I started pulling on the west end...

I started pulling on the west end…

The more sheet metal I pulled, the less stable the structure became…as the metal was at least holding the top structure “in square”.

Not many left...

And then switched to the east end, leaving me sitting in the middle. Not many left…


Getting scary...

Getting scary…

Once the tin was removed…I would put the ladder up against a joist about two in or so…and pull the whatever ones I could reach.

The easy part's done...

The easy part’s done…

The structure got less stable as I moved along…but I nailed a few of the old joists to the poles as temporary bracing so I could drop them in a more controlled manner.

The north shed is GONE!

The north shed is GONE!

A few hours work and presto! It’s gone! And nobody died! (AND I can use the house again!) Woot!

Before:

Before...

Before…


After:
After...

After…

Carpenter Bees

None of the wood was salvageable…and the structure was considerably LESS safe than it appeared…simply because of insect damage.

Ya’ll know what Carpenter Bees are? We also call them Cedar Bees here…

They drill into wood and then turn and follow the grain…hollowing out to make a nest.

They do significant damage…as they are fairly large and the holes they drill are about 1/2″ in diameter.

Every joist in the shed had damage.

Carpenter Bee tunnel

Carpenter Bee tunnel

Not even 20% of the joists strength remained.

Smacked the board with a hammer and it shattered...note the damage.

Smacked the board with a hammer and it shattered…note the damage.

A couple more hours of cleanup…and it was time for a good night’s…rest…yeah. Rest. That’s the ticket.

C’mere wife!

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