And just as we sat down, we saw a huge puddle coming from under the entertainment unit, emanating from the freshwater fish tank in the corner, and soaking our new living room floor.
We mopped, we moved things, we fixed stuff, we swore in ways Bet Yeager would approve, and we put a fan on the problem. There is damage. There is also a waterproof underlayment, which assured it spread, but it spared the downstairs ceiling.
We thought we stopped it.
This morning there was another puddle. I swore some more and this time yanked the wretched filter system completely out and installed a simple Penguin filter (yes, Paul) that cannot leak—dried off the floor, and think I have it solved.
The good news is there are only 6 planks that have water-risen edges, and we have 4 extra boxes of laminate. We should be able to repair the floor. The problem is, the installation is directional, in terms of how they go in, but we think we may be able to do it in reverse, and work toward the wall rather than away from it.
We are so very tired. There is no joint that does not ache. WHY the tank leaked has to do with a pipe fitting, I think, but I have now taken that entire pipe out of service, so I do not think we will have a repeat.
We are just glad that we were sitting there when it happened. It was a cold dinner, but if the whole 50 gallons had gone—it was about 8, total—we would have had to order more floor.
DAW is aware and working on it. They think it’s a code missing in something.
Gorgeous, but there were some communication breakdowns re what they were going to do and how much time we had to do it…which meant that we expected the front of the house on one day, the back of the house on the next, which they didn’t—so we had to scramble, tired as we were, to move the Rubik’s Cube of the office, not to mention shift the cats about to safe areas without windows missing; and each window (there are 10) has 8 trim parts, from 4 inner moldings to the 4 framing pieces, the sill and the sill support. Which we had pulled to sand and paint, and which began to get mixed up. Jane wanted (with an artist’s sense) to have a fine-furniture finish to all the paint; and it meant a lot of stooping and carrying, which we’re getting too stiff to do, and then I bought oil-based primer, and used water as a brush-dip extender—that’s how exhausted I was, absolutely brain dead. So Jane then had to fix that problem with about 8 pieces atop all the rest.
We were by that time totally fried, the project leader was getting tense, but we managed to get the situation straightened out, however—we agreed that they should do the exterior work on the first non-rain day (it started raining this morning) and that we would meanwhile spackle what needs spackling around the frames, paint, and then prep those molding bits as we like, then call them and they will come out and do the final set.
We were so tired and sore that we could hardly move. Vitamin D, water, calcium, water, magnesium, water, and zinc, with water—all helped. But we agreed that the back pain was somewhere around the level of a broken bone. Or toothache. Jane also lost a filling while eating a very simple burger, so now there’s that to fix.
On the other hand, the windows are beautiful and clear and wonderful. White frames. And the leaking corner of the front window is definitively repaired and solid. We had some mold going there, now fixed, as well.
And the front window is gorgeous. I took pix. Jane will put them on her site when she gets her computers running again…everything had to be unplugged and moved about. The cats took it remarkably in stride, and are just glad to have the run of the house. Skittish Sei was fairly amenable to being caught with all the banging and machine noise going on—I think it finally penetrated his kitty skull that I was trying to protect him, so he didn’t try to run, just clung like Velcro as I shifted him from my room to Jane’s and then to the basement.
We are done with this phase of the house reno as soon as we finish the trim and do the last little bit of floor under the main window. At that point, we cry halt for a number of months.
Been having a binge watching of How the Universe Works, and lately Secrets of the Universe, which has some new stuff—on cosmology: estimates of universe age I’ve seen range from 13.7 billion to 13.8.
But size… size is something else, because it’s all expanding. So there’s a difference between the ‘observable universe,’ that ‘13.7 billion lightyears 13.7 years ago…’—and what it is now. And theory now is that the range beyond our vision is mindbogglingly vast…and getting vaster. Quite an interesting program. There’s an awful lot of ‘out there’ out there. 😉
Another good streaming program, if you have Amazon Prime, is Hidden Killers in the Victorian and Edwardian Home. It’s a wonder our great-grandparents survived to reproduce. Being well-to-do was no defense: affluence only brought new ways to die.
Our windows (in our near 70 year old house: it’s actually built in 54, so it’s 62 or 63) need replacing. This is being done. They’re here. They’re on the truck—but one of the installers loading the big one on evidently must’ve saved the window, but hurt his back, hospital visit; so the other installer came out and showed us (because we want to refinish the painted window moldings) how to dismantle them and not have 300 lbs of window (our 8×6 doublepane) fall on our heads—they go in from the inside, and some are fastened to the frame, but the big double-pane thermal sort are just set in from the inside and held by a molding.
Which we’re stripping, sanding, puttying as needed, and refurbing, because new moldings are spendy. We have a heat gun and a scraper and finish sander, and we also pulled the drywall under the window to deal with any lingering water-leak issues. There were. I cleaned it out while Jane continued at the brutal job of molding-stripping. So Monday the installers arrive with windows, and if we have the inner moldings and sills, which will hold the windows, we can add the trim molding as we get it ready to go back up…plus painting the new drywall section to match the rest of the living room.
Color us sore, and right now most of our clothes are in the washing machine, because what we’ve gotten off is just foul, and ticks off our allergies. So—at least we’re making progress, and will have the new windows for summer.
Actually—for next week.
All this while Jane does the accounting for taxtime and tries to convert us all to streaming media.
This is going to make a healthy difference in the house: that water leak in the window, caused because glass flows like a liquid, and over a long lifetime and evidence of a fire in the house—there is this large burned spot in the middle of my bedroom floor, which is why we couldn’t use the original floor—it’s sagged on either end. The installers say in big windows this is not uncommon—sometimes it changes shape so much that the installers have no tolerance at the top to get the thing out—but all told, not having mold anywhere in the house is a good thing. I did this job, because Jane reacts to mold much more so than I do, and I will tell you, the combo of new windows, no mold, and no carpet is already making a difference in the house, which already was clean. Both of us have allergies, and we ended up prioritizing this over other things.
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