Don't Tread on Me

Subtitle: Piso Mojado.

So goes the saga of our poor floors. We found them under two layers of disgusting carpet.






And a glued-down faux brick entryway.



I tried my hand at making repairs, with limited success. The bedroom closet area, which was a bathroom in the original construction and therefore had never had hardwoods, was incredibly intimidating. In the end, we called in the experts. They did the dusty and stinky work while we were away. Now they look like this:



The bedroom lace-in and finished product:





So cool! Now we can finish the base moulding up here and some final details, and we can start unpacking some stuff and decorating! Very exciting, and just the push we needed to get energized again. The kitchen awaits.

Sometimes a Great Notion

We're back from Oregon! It was great to see friends (Cass and Kevin) and family (the parents O and the grandparents Wolfe), and the festival was way cool. Here's a shot of the outdoor theatre where we saw Comedy of Errors adapted as a musical set in the Wild West (It was better than it sounds):



And Bren in Lithia Park:



That was Ashland. The most wonderful thing in Portland is this:



Voodoo donuts, in the Skidmore district. Famous for bacon maple bars, donuts with shots of Pepto Bismol or NyQuil in the center (to cure what ails you), and other frosting concoctions varying from cereal to candy bars to Kool-Aid mix.

We also visited IKEA, of course, and evidence of our looting will follow. Happily, there is also a Trader Joe's in Portland, and we scored several bottles of Two-Buck Chuck. Other scores included an ancient Shakspeare anthology from a used bookstore and a yellow-pink rose bush (Oregon is famous for its roses).

Overall, a nice vacation. But we're never driving 18 hours in one shot ever again. Oh, and gas? The most we paid was $4.29/gal. Sheesh!

Long Overdue...

It's been a while. Here's what happened. Bren and I sort of killed ourselves trying to get copious amounts of stuff done before a) our year anniversary of homeownership came and went, and b) Grammie came to visit and see the house for the first time.

The year came and went, Grammie came and went. Our last "wind" came and went. We're officially on break until after we get back from our trek to Oregon, but here's the latest scoop:







We put up double crown moulding (not shown) and wainscoting in the master bedroom. I did the wainscoting myself, cutting by hand. It's all finished now, and it looks like it's always been there. This room housed Miles for a few days of late, as he was in between residences, and now serves as Arwen and Brandon's vacation home away from home.

In the bathroom, we're down to the finishing touches:



Now, Bren is not a high-maintenance person, but TP placement is a crucial issue to him. It took some consideration to determine the perfect position.

In the kitchen, we have begun laying the cement board over the subfloor.



Almost ready for tile -- black and white 12X12s. In other kitchen news, we couldn't stand being without an oven anymore. We are cooks, and we miss baking, roasting, broiling, etc. Actually, we miss frozen pizza. So, Bren scored a brand new (if ugly) range on Best Buy's employee auction for $60. It's "biscuit" colored (gag), but by God we had frozen pizza tonight. And it was glorious.



Starting on Thursday, the hardwood floors in the living room, dining room, master bedroom and hallway will be repaired and refinished. We got three quotes, and knew we had the right guy when he walked in, looked at the floor, looked at Bren, and said, "So, what instrument do you play?"

For fun: the quotable quote of the month, courtesy of Adele, Carra and Jesse's beautiful little girl. When Chevy got tired of playing and hid under the table, she said matter-of-factly, "I think there's another happiness kitten upstairs." Incidentally, Chevy is suffering from teen angst and refuses to pose for pictures as "happiness kitten."

Instead, here's Bren:



Kids, this is your brain on Guitar Hero. And yours truly:



In desperate need of vacation. We're off on another nerdy literary adventure as of Saturday. Perhaps we'll still make headway on the house, though -- there's an IKEA in Portland. Shakespeare, bacon donuts and IKEA.

[Angelic choirs]

Mama's in the kitchen (Part Deux)

We are grouting machines. I don't think I have fingerprints anymore on my right hand, but it's done. I always did want to be a spy.

We sealed, too. And installed the tub filler and knobs. And took baths. Real baths. Spa baths.

The bad news is, we're still waiting on that last box of green tile for the shower. And a screw broke off when Bren put in the tub's hot water knob, so we have to order a replacement part. It's always something, but at least we can while away the time making up for lost hygiene.

There are remaining projects we wanted to tackle while we await these deliveries, like installing crown moulding in the bath, dining and bed rooms, but we're dead broke.

But you know what? Demolition is always free. Remember the hardwoods I discovered under two layers of linoleum in the kitchen, then tried in vain to resuscitate? They used to look like this, overgrown with tar paper even after hours of attention:



We've had these unsightly floors covered with paper and a rug for some time. Last night, though, I decided it was time to start prepping the room for tile and drywall. The floor is creaky and it was necessary to check the status of the subfloor, so all that hardwood had to go.



My late-night second wind afforded me a peek. I woke up early this morning and went to town. This is what it looked like by noon:



It's in much better condition than we thought it would be after removing the hardwoods, but still creaky and there's a bit of water damage on the far left, so it looks like we'll continue with our plan to replace it before we lay cement board and tile.

When he wasn't carting my demolition detritus out to the dumpster, Bren was installing the toilet in the bathroom. We're still missing a few components (like a seat), and we don't have a faucet for the sink, so pictures of a complete bathroom will follow soon.

Chevy was pretty confused by the goings-on, and I think he'll be relieved when I leave for work in the morning.



He likes bags. I don't know.

Sight for sore feet... and back... and knees...

Some people get to post video of their newborn baby, I get to post this: evidence of our latest D.I.Y. greatness.

There isn't any audio, so don't worry.



I was tempted to jump right in, but I used the hose to fill it up. Brr!

This was the result of completing the last half of the 20amp wire run I did through the basement. All those months of running home-theater wires through strangers homes has finally paid off.
Putting in a new breaker into the box was a bit nerve wracking, but relatively easy.

We're days away from actually using our new bathroom!

Grout Expectations

I know, I know. I'm a dork.

Well, the Misty Meadow 3/4 rounds we ordered came in, and we finished Bren's pride and joy...the shelf:



That is, just in time to find out that in order to finish the only remaining surfaces wanting tile -- either side of the shower door jamb -- we need approximately 15 more tiles. Of course, that means we have to 1) order a full box and 2) wait for said box.



No, we definitely don't need another shipment of kittens. While we wait, we decided to go ahead and start grouting.



Sort of hard to capture, especially by work light, but it's looking good. It just takes forever. Here's another shot, with social commentary:



We're getting the hang of it, and I think we'll make good progress this weekend. Once we grout and seal the wall tiles, we'll do the same to the floor, and then install the sink and toilet.



...So it can be put to better use than this.

Happy Easter!

...to all of our Peeps.

Today, we woke up early and worked.



Then, off to Aunt Cherri and Uncle Jim's for much of this:



Thanks for the Warhol plate, Arn! How did you know that "I love Anne day" is my favorite holiday? Heh...there's Hamm on it.

Then back to work. No rest for the full!



I also talked to Grammie.



And there was a little of this:



Now, the ceiling in the living room looks FRICKIN' AMAZING!





Ceiling tiles are installed, caulked, and primed. Eggshell white paint to follow. Moulding is up, despite the fact that nothing in our house is level, and painted in high-gloss.



Now for some quotes on refinishing the hardwood floors.