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My Almost-daily Journal |
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| About I love trying out new things, especially when it comes to internet technology. I never really kept a journal, but it's something that I've always wanted to do. Now, everybody will get a chance to look inside my twisted, and somewhat-warped mind.
I've also subscribed to Audio Blog, so a few times a week, I'll leave actual voice blogs. Very cool!XML Newsfeed Previous Posts
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Tuesday, June 28, 2005
The Baby's Room After toiling with repairing and painting the master bedroom, I'm now onto the baby's room, which acted as our spare bedroom. That room must've housed a wild boar because that room was in bad shape. I can't believe I never noticed everything that had to be fixed. First off, the door jam was busted, cracked, and filled in with some sort of bondo, then painted over. The door jam was in such bad shape that the door striker was actually screwed into place with 3" long wood screws. Wood screws went through jam, and into door header. Replacing a door jam isn't a three minute job. No way. Doors are shimmed into place, with door and all. For some reason, when houses are built, there's no square corner in the house. Seems like builders just "eyeball" things. Therefore, door openings are +/- 1". If I had those kind of tolerances to use in the auto industry, I wouldn't have to come into work. So shimming an almost straight piece of wood into a definitely-not-straight door opening was almost impossible. Not only was the opening varying in size, the builder's 2X4 wasn't even square to the opening. Basically, I had to nail a door jam onto angled wood, that varied from the floor to the header. Then add setting the door, half round molding, priming, and painting, and you have a full evening ordeal. Took me two evenings to get it right. I then TSP'ed the entire room. I wanted to make sure the walls were etched so the new paint could stick. I lost a year of life smelling the esters and chemicals in a closed room. Room smelled fresh and clean, but my lungs were probably bleeding. I then painted the ceiling and closet. I never paint closets. Ceiling took two coats nicely. It's probably the easiest ceiling I've painted, since it's probably only been painted once or twice since 1967. Closet was a little tougher, since I had to paint shelf, rod, and ceiling, plus an attic door. Closet looks nice, but it needs a recoat on all the corners that I didn't cut in thick enough. Now I'm tackling the window surround. For some reason, there must've been water damage or some type of damage decades before I bought the house. Previous owner did some pretty shoddy patch work. Left hand side surround was wasted. They attempted to patch it with a rusty soup spoon, but never bothered sanding or painting. It was rounded, with no corner, and looked pretty nasty. So I completely replastered the corner, as well as many other nasty areas in the room. Plastering is about as fun as chopping wood. Not only is it an artwork reserved to plaster artisans, you know whatever you put on, must eventually come off. And coming off is the worst part, since plaster dust is as welcome as asbestos dust. So most of the room is plastered and sanded. I sanded last night and walked out of the room looking like the Michelin man. I then repatched a few areas, so I'll have some more sanding to do tonight. Then room will get vacuumed after all dust settles. Hopefully the plaster dust won't ruin the vac. And you know vacuuming a room full of plaster dust sucks: you're vacuuming on one end, and the vacuum's exhaust is blowing dust up from the other end. It's a nasty experience. After the nastiness is over, I'll be able to prime the plastered areas, as well as some of the trim. When that stuff dries (should be 30 minutes according to Kilz 2 can), I'll finally be able to paint. Did I mention paint? We selected pastel sage. Looks like pea green circa 1967, which actually isn't bad! It just reminds me of the house I lived in as a child that was probably built in the 40's. Color is light and vibrant. I just need Danielle to buy off on it. I hope the final decision is made soon. Rollers will be a flying. Think the room will be done after paint? Nada. Floor looks like a dance floor from the local country western bar. It's pretty trashed. It's a small room... probably less than 10'X10'. I'm just wondering if I should sand it myself with a handheld belt sander. Only problem with those is there is no depth control. My luck, the floor will look wavy after it's polyurethaned. Jury's still out on this one. Carpet it? No way. Whole house is hardwood. Professionall restore? It probably won't be worth anyone's time to come out and do one little room. I may rent a drum roller from Home Depot. Not sure what those cost. If they cost $50 or more, I may just buy myself a belt sander and give it a shot. Good luck to me, and long-live the month-long house projects. Kitchen? Damn. Only 13 weeks away, and baby Filias will be on his way. Time is a ticking. What the heck took me so long to get these projects started? posted by Dino at 11:35 AM (permanent link)
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