Rites of passage and the passing of time

(internet is getting hooked up tomorrow – more regular posts to follow. In the mean time, here is what we’ve been up to)

From what I have been hearing, a sewer surprise in the basement is more or less a rite of passage for Brownstone homeowners. With the smell now mostly gone, the several pounds of baking soda I sprinkled on the floor are making the basement look like an outtake from the movie Blow – I expect Paul Reubens to casually walk up our basement stairs anytime now,  covered in white dust. Anyway, hopefully the poop chapter is done.

The leak was caused by a massive clog in our sewer pipe. Turns out, someone who lived here before we did had a habit of flushing paper towels. While I didn’t witness it, I was told by the hubs that a geyser of grossness (Poop. It was poop). shot out of the pipe as soon as the plumber opened the trap. The contents of the pipe, which were seemingly pressurized, landed on the floor of the basement.

No amount of cleaning and disinfecting was getting rid of the smell, so I figured “what about baking soda?” and spread an enormous amount of it all over the floor. Turns out it works (and makes the air salty). Anyway, it was everywhere – hence the Blow reference.

These past few weeks have been dedicated to moving, moving in, and getting some of the less sexy work done – anyone care to see our new electrical panel in the basement?

Huba huba!

How about the new gas meters? Ooooh!

And let’s not forget the fact that the water meter no longer drips on the electrical panels. Indeed, our basement has been the center of activity lately.  With the mechanicals all getting a once over, we will now be moving on to stuff that is actually  visually interesting.

Wall colors and a revamped garden apartment entrance coming right up!

And then your pooper ‘splodes….

After living like a bad episode of hoarders for several weeks, we managed to get unpacked this weekend. Things were going well and we were making steady progress: wardrobes were assembled, clothes were hung and all was well in our world.

That was until we discovered a rather large and foul smelling water feature in the basement.   Always the optimist, the hubs blamed it on the de-humidifier being off, but after testing all the faucets and toilets, we concluded that all of them – yes all – were dripping rather enthusiastically on our basement floor.

Lovely.

Plumbers will be coming today to evaluate the situation. We’re currently operating under a strict water conservation rule (no showers, no dishes, no pooping…)

We are hoping this is simply a matter of a clogged sewer drain. But I’m checking the black market rate for a kidney. Just in case.

The Shower of Sadness

Wednesday was our first night at the house with most of our stuff. Some last minute things are still not finished and the shower in our micro-bathroom (more on this amazing architectural marvel in a later post) had not yet been dealt with.

The next morning, I scrambled around for a towel (settling for a retired bath towel now used for cleaning) and went on to use the shower. I turned on the hot water and waited. And  waited. And then realized it was as hot as it was going to get. I turned on the shower and figured the trickle of warm water was going to have to do.

This morning, back to the shower of sadness I went; the location of the box of towels still unknown. The new shower head was a reprieve from the trickle of the old one, but I guess it doesn’t much matter when there really isn’t enough hot water to wash off the soap.

I’ve been working crazy long hours on a project and been coming home feeling like a drunk zombie. Two more weeks and the project will be over and I will have all the time in the world to hunt down some towels and give the boiler a good stern talking to.

Moving on

Tomorrow is moving day. For some reason, I can’t bear the thought of our  friends catching a glimpse of our dust bunny farm we were growing under the couch and under the bed. So I decided to clean (clean!) before we move. I know it makes no sense, but it makes me feel better. After all, we were not raised in a barn (at least I don’t think we were….)

1 Month

Our old house. While we're excited to move, it is also very hard to say goodbye to our awesome home for the past 6 years.

Today we have owned the Pink Lady for one month and moving day is looming closer. As a result, activity at the hosue is focused mostly on getting our duplex cleaned up and some basic fixes out of the way because as the layers are peeled away, new problems sprout. For instance, we found out that the only thing holding up the toilet on the third floor was the sewer pipe. The previous owner did some repairs and patched up the floor with plaster (a fine material for covering walls – not so much for flooring).  The hubs is keeping things moving by finishing the floors and taking care of all the little things that need to be done in order to make the place at least livable (like having a working shower).

French Doors

I realize that most of my posts seem to be about floors – so let’s mix it up with some doors!

A couple of weeks ago we scored a free pair of French doors on the interwebs. The idea was to use them to create a separation between the bedroom and the living room in the garden apartment.

It used to look like this:

Looking through archway from bedroom to living room

The existing archway was not at all in keeping with the character of the house, since there are no archways anywhere else. Best we can tell, the archway was probably created around the 1930s, because the material used (rock lath, the precursor of drywall) was smushed in it among the original lath wall. Besides not matching the rest of the house, the archway  provided zero privacy for the sleeping area. It was time for it to go.

A little fun was had with demolition and the helping hand of a friend.

The arch is no more

Enter the awesome vintage French doors. With a little trimming (the doors were mismatched and needed to be cut so that the glass panels lined up properly), we now have this:

Doors in place

There is still some finishing work that needs to happen, but overall I’m super psyched about these doors!