Saturday, April 19, 2014

Working the punchlist

A different view of Maho and Francis bays
You know a house is taking a long time when you have to do maintenance and it isn't even done yet. First off, the doors downstairs already failed. I spent all that time pickling them for a weathered island look when it was clear staining would not work. The weather/rain/humidity/mold made short work of the three exposed doors on exposed side in less than six months.


What had shown up when I attempted to stain them, the underlying glue, showed up again. It seems they were meant to be painted all along. The only redeeming fact, I know how to paint. The drag, three to four coats to make them right. Two oil primers and two top coats. Who's idea was it to have 8' doors?! That's a lot of panes or is it pains?

 
 
I quickly disabused myself about taking all the doors down when I remembered how hard they were to hang.  I took only one off on each side and sanded and painted the others in place. 

 
 
With so many coats to do, I just slapped it on knowing I would razor blade it when I was done. It's the only way to get good production. I realized early on this is what I should have done from day one. The shabby chic look is best in magazines. Mahogany doors? Those are a pretty penny at least 5x what we paid, weigh a ton, and stained is the only way to go--not the look we were aiming for. I can't imagine what the stout hardware would look like to bi-fold three of them.

Sticking with the painting, I addressed the other ongoing failure. The walls and trim upstairs. Early on I put copious amounts of a mold inhibiting additive from Zinsser in all the paint.
 
 
 
It did not work....enough said. On to plan B. I brought this stuff down in my luggage.
 
 

Totally different compound, much more potent. It's parts per billion vs parts per million on the other. It is also the same chemical that is put in all plastics to prevent mold. OK, we'll find out. I put in twice the norm and painted all the oil trim and the 13' living room ceiling. It's a real drag having to bleach that ceiling. The walls and trim with a sponge mop and bleach are no big deal. I look at it as a good cardio workout--something I hate ;~), but that ceiling is a step to far! This is my third attempt at finding something that works. I'm not looking for perfection, just something that slows the process down when we go away for a month or two.
 

I have had the duster brush behind him for 36 years. Nothing like marking time with an old brush!

The guy above was sleeping behind one of the doors. I moved him to the porch railing to keep him from the cats. He stayed there all day watching me paint.


Once upon a time it was a 4" Purdy

 






 
So many great film makers out there.
 
Busted chronicles...

http://stjohnsource.com/content/news/local-news/2014/01/31/sauter-arrested-san-diego
 
 
 
Anywhere else, no big deal. But with only one road it is. The picture doesn't do
this hill justice. In real life it is practically vertical. That loader got turned side
ways under load and over she went. The beauty here is whomever is nearby with equipment
stops everything they are doing and goes and helps. There's no officials pretending
they know what they are doing. Even the peanut gallery helps when necessary.
 
Last October when I started framing out the rooms downstairs, hanging the doors etc I simply moved everything I had stored inside, outside under the porch as best I could. The rest I left inside and worked around it. Lumber storage is a problem especially for the untreated 2x4's and almost 50 sheets of 3/4" plywood that I used to frame/form all the concrete work. Why am I saving it? I still have a couple of major pours still to do. When? I have no idea at this point but they will have to happen at some point. True, most of this stuff is on its last legs but the thought of buying and transporting 50 new sheets of 3/4" ply hurts my wallet and my body not to mention the multiple trips with my poor truck.

As always, where to move it all? If it gets weathered it will be destroyed. Sooner or later the termites will definitely get it but can I put if off for a while? Finally after a couple of days the light bulb went on.
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Above the upper patio retaining wall in front of the smaller 4' wall. Ultimately this area will be a planted garden area that is on two sides of the house. In an attempt to delay the termites I built a treated lumber raised base from the stair risers I'll be reusing for another pour down the road.
 
Remnant canvas samples for the awnings...
 
Thank god for the job box that the plywood is standing on. The lower wall is 8' high. Originally I thought I would just lean them against the wall, bend over standing on top of the wall, pick them up, throw in the air, catch and stack neatly. Lol. Without the boost from the job box they would still be leaning against the wall. As it is the fifty sheets took me two days. These aren't the light form boards from Home Depot. It's remarkable how fast/heavy 60-70 pounds can feel.

 
After the plywood got stacked then came all these 16' 2x4's and every bit of scrap I thought I would ever need. Nothing gets thrown away.
 
 
The finished product, 20'x8'. I even put gutters on the front and the water routes to the cistern. ;~)
 
I can actually see the doors from the outside!

 A on going experiment--7 years and counting--the 2 types of the steel used on the house left outside to the elements.
 
No rust yet. The red iron is untreated. Encapsulated this stuff should be good for centuries.
 
In cleaning out the lower floor I decided to hang the front door instead of just moving it into another corner. Which begs the question, why wasn't it hung already? Because it needed to be sanded, primed, painted several times and more importantly I have been putting off taking apart the door jam and moving it over 1 1/2" or even 2" if I can. Why? The red iron porch structure and then the layout plans for the door were not centered to the coming arch/galley kitchen. Why does it matter? It doesn't unless you are a nutjob like me that thinks two more days of work will keep me from being bugged for the remainder of my life. Every time I stand on the Juliet balcony and I see the chandelier, ceiling fan, the peak of the arch, and the entry chandelier are not in a perfect line with the center of the door I'll cringe about my laziness. Bad news, I needed 3" and I only got 2". I lucked out with the steel stud placement but it was the outside siding that ultimately limited the movement. I could only move the trim so far until there was no siding. It had never crossed my mind as I started work from the inside. Duh.
 
 
 
Time flies...it's already the middle of March and the boss is showing up. I'm in trouble. Last September when our last Tropical shipment came we had thrown a leather couch and lounge in the mix. Nicely boxed I left them as is figuring they would be safer, dust, dirt, bird poop etc, in their boxes wrapped up. Big mistake. Insects really like carboard houses not to mention mold likes the same. Whew, I had a lot of explaining to do. Some of the damage is not reversible. Yikes. Thank god everything else is still stored in dry SF.

the great unveiling
Vodka helps

Lizzy consoles

The beach helps also.

 

My face is healing pretty good.


Two weeks fly buy, my daily beach time is over and we are waiting for the barge to leave for STT.

Have no idea why these sit here forever.


What would island life be without a little drama. My latest WAPA bill (electric).
 
 
 
$1071.00--- more than an entire year in one month. The consensus on island was I would have to pay and hope they would adjust it later. If I didn't pay they would shut off my service charging me to hook it back up in the future. When you are broke this does not help. Youtube to the rescue. I learned how meters are read, took pictures, brought old bills showing previous usage and gave them all the proof that they simply read the first digit wrong and charged me for an extra 1000kw--even stood around and waited for the nice guy who reads the meters. When he saw the picture with that morning's time stamp he realized he read the meter wrong. Short conversation later, I paid the same as last month and an adjustment would be forthcoming in the next month. Crisis averted. Trust me it is no small matter. I'll be nervous waiting for the adjustment. If you recall, years before I had a $5k tax bill that I said I wanted to pay just $500 on. The cashier charged my card the full 5k. When I protested I didn't have the money, she simply looked over and said the charge went through, next in line! She refused to cancel and run my card again. Complain? To who? She was the IRS rep on St John. Get on the wrong side of her and your life will be ruined. Never forget this is Peyton Place or for the newbies, Desperate Housewives on Wisteria (hysteria) Lane!
 
 

 
 

 
 
Full screen, speakers blaring!

Saturday, February 22, 2014

New year hopes


 


 

 
Surprise, surprise, both flights were empty. That just doesn't happen these days. Give me an empty middle seat and it's as good as first class. In fact I prefer a window seat in econ so I can lay my head against the window. In business/first class the window is too far away. Sounds crazy, I know. But business/first class on a red eye is nothing to brag about. The seats don't lie flat and the free drinks I don't have, aren't worth it. The connector flight from NY or Miami is just a larger seat. No big deal.

Good news, the truck started right up at Roger's. The bad news, the shack had no electricity. Sugar ants had moved into my GFCI receptacle and somehow found a way to short it. My problem, I didn't know this. Ants? WTF. So back and forth to the power pole trying to figure out why I didn't have power. Only when I tested the actual wires, seeing I had current, did I notice it was the GFCI itself. Normally I would have been a little quicker but after almost 24 hours I'm just glad I didn't electrocute myself. Thankfully I had unplugged the refrig before I left. Rotten food for a month is no fun in the tropics.



The return routine to STJ is pretty established. Jump over to St Thomas for food and supplies. Sit in the truck both ways drawing up a punch list for the work to be done over the next five months, in no particular order. It basically sorts itself out after you start the first task. Yup, money comes into it also. I've been on a monthly budget for a long time.

What has to be done immediately, ordering a new rack and pinion for the truck. Another of those unforeseen expenses when you can least afford it. Driving on St Thomas I was seriously drifting side to side. Reminded me of the old junkers we used to buy in Detroit for $100. If you were lucky you got six months, but you had a caddy!
 
 
You can see the white plastic temporary gutters that directed the water into
the splash pool that I drained as necessary.

First on the agenda, after washing all the interiors walls and trim, will be finishing the gutters that I started before I left. Scaffolding the back and sides reminded me this is work.

Get the gutter up, dry fitted, and then solder them in place. Normal crews would do it all on the ground and then lift entire sections up onto the hangers. You need to be able to clamp and roll them as you solder. Of course I couldn't do that. I had to hang them first, put a few rivets in, clamping as best I could, and then solder.

The thirty six foot run on the back, dry fitted.
 

Standard learning curve issues. The house has a hip roof so I have corners and longer runs. For pros it doesn't mean a thing but to me it was complicated all of a sudden! Gutter capacity vs downspouts vs location of the cistern openings. Trust me you can drive yourself crazy especially if you are worried about torrential rains in a tropical storm or hurricane. We haven't even discussed the aesthetics of the slope of gutters across the long runs! Oh yeah, I had myself going crazy. How level was the fascia board? Will it show? Stupid stuff.
 
Propane, igniter nozzle and finished downspout insert.
 
The soldering went well, sort of. Everything done on the ground, the piece above, turned out great. In fact, with the right tools it was a lot easier than I thought. Never even burnt myself. The problem was up on the scaffolding, working on the pre-hung gutters. No way I could get the solder to stay on the top half. It would simply roll down the curve to the bottom of the gutter. Not the end of the world. The straps and rivets basically hold the gutters in place and the solder keeps them from leaking at the seams--every ten feet on the long runs. The solder stayed in place to basically the half way mark. Translated, it would suffice for everything but monster rains. The top half I caulked with a silicone that I found went to 175 degrees. Because all the solder and caulk are on the inside--out of sight out of mind. I pretested the caulk on some copper scraps in the blazing sun and it did what it said it would. Ultimately, if I get my wish for a copper panel roof, I plan on wrapping the panels down inside the gutters and screwing them home for one continuous roof to gutter look. They tested perfect after the first rain.

 
 
 
 
That is not a smiley face. It's the house laughing at me. Years ago, feeling like decades now, when the lower floor and cisterns were poured the intake pipe on the back of the house was put in a position that just couldn't work without some ugliness. It would call for the downspout to drop down, turn a corner, pass through some trim work and disappear up into the ceiling of the lower porch, then passing through the concrete wall of the cistern. I have seen worse. Just go out and start looking at some of the chaos that is hanging on some very fine houses. Aesthetics aside it just seemed like a lot of work with finishing details that would look worse. I decided to move the intake pipe. On the plus side, I knew where the rebar was, a very important detail!!! Measure over ten inches for the other wall, allow for the floor joists on the other side and hope you were consistent in assembling the rebar. Score one for the good guys--no rebar transiting the hole.   

the poor man's approach


Real builders have a concrete hole drill or they rent one. Me, I have a standard hammer drill, 5/8 drill bit, and a paddle. First, I had no idea if this would work, drill as many holes as I could without burning out the hammer drill and then, letting it cool down of course, flip the switch to straight hammer and bust out the pieces, sometimes using a four pound baby sledge and a big chisel. Hours later I had a tight fitting hole. Yeah it felt good!  ;~)
 

The view from inside the cistern. While I was in there I put on another
coat, hence the grey.
 
The old intake pipe, soon to be capped. The new intake is 8' to the right on the wall. 
 
The finished 4" downspout. Originally it was going to be on the other
side of the door, make the same turn and go through the trim detail. Yuck.
There's always some bad news. No matter how much research I did I couldn't find anyone to fabricate 1" offset pipes for the front porch to solve our design problem.
 
 
What we wanted was the look on the far right but the problem, not seen in the photo, the 2" offset was keeping the catchment basket from lying flush to the fascia board. So I made my own. Once it gets its patina no one will know.
 
 

 
 
 
 
Trying out my stylus on the note!
 
Truck parts came. Of course they sent the two wheel drive rack and pinion not the four. Bertrand only discovered it after he had spent two hours removing the old. Worse still I think I made the ordering mistake. That's going to cost me shipping twice. 
 
The continuing saga of the centerline repairs...almost four years and counting. Pics I posted on Facebook got some traction and made the rounds on St John.

http://www.stjohntradewindsnews.com/index.php/past-issues-web-mainmenu-38/599-2014-03-news/8865-after-weeks-of-no-work-concrete-is-poured-on-centerline-road-hole
  



Mandatory full screen and speakers on.....with a shout out to Eadweard Muybridge


After falling through the upper ramp I finally got around to rebuilding it. This time I used the indestructible siding stored under the shack. Not only is it perfect, it is naturally non skid. No small benefit.

NBC to the rescue. All the Winter Olympics via streaming. The best part, after five Olympics this being her last, Tsuper wins gold.




 
 
Finally, one of my dumber stunts that I will not be repeating. That is a fully extended 25' ladder propped up against a male mango tree. I had to put it straight up to reach a joint where I could tie it off. The part you don't see--the 25' immediate drop off from the base of the tree. No doubt it would be curtains by the time they found me. But I had to get those four branches off at the top. I punked out for months every time I thought about it until I figured a way to get a rope over the branch and attached to the top of the ladder. My game plan, I would never let go if things went south. Even still it was a dumb move. But with the view restored I was a happy camper.
 



Saturday, January 18, 2014

Did I ever leave?

The old and new eastern spans, side by side.
Two months on island flew by. In some respects it's good that the flights take all day otherwise the transition would be too fast. You would think after having done this close to twenty times it would be no big deal. It still is. From a 12x12 shack, with a 20mph speed limit driving on the left, it still takes an adjustment stepping to the curb waiting for Denise. I don't even drive, that says it all, until the next day. Hoping on a freeway at night with everyone barreling along at 80 is rather daunting, especially when you are half asleep. Instead, I fasten my seatbelt and white knuckle it all the way home--20 minutes of pure terror! I'm not a good passenger.



The western span is still my favorite, right up there with it's famous cousin, the Golden Gate.


Like all thing bureaucratic the new bridge is decades late and billions over budget. We won't even talk about all the defects they are finding already. A skeptic might say we have made no progress in 85 years. The original bridge and the Golden Gate came in under budget and took less than three years including the drawings. Now 15-20 years at extraordinary costs. Still to be determined--will they last?


Taken from inside Macy's at Union Square.
 
Xmas is when we pretend it's winter by putting up an ice rink! This one by the Ferry building.

Just like the flights, the month in SF is on an auto pilot of sorts. Movies, museums, a few dinners out with friends, and the walks to get to them.

 

One of the six we crammed in. I found it hilarious. Not for everyone--that is for sure.



We have friends that live just outside of Napa so taking the ferry to Vallejo is the best way to go. How else would we find ourselves at Pier 39. I love these guys. They moved in and took over the whole marina!


http://www.conservatoryofflowers.org/about/mission

Winter is our rainy season. Everything turns green and blooms. Like I said, we pretend it's winter. Originally this conservatory was destined for a private residence back in the 1870's. James Lick died and the crates were later bought and given to the city. Added bonus--the deYoung museum is just a short stroll away. It's a twofer for us. We are always there several times a year. This time it was the Bulgari Collection. You actually know it even though you may not. It's that big bling Liz Taylor always seemed to have around her neck or hanging from her ears. The piece below was one of hers.

https://deyoung.famsf.org/deyoung/exhibitions/art-bulgari-la-dolce-vita-beyond-1950-1990


 
 
One of the best parts of going to the movies are the walks to get there. It makes the fattening popcorn not so decadent.
 
 
 


The park at the top of Octavia looking put towards Angel island.


Some years this is the extent of our xmas decorations! Truth is we leave it there all year minus the red ones.  lol.



Had some more stitches added to my collection. This time on the back of my neck. My eye/nose is healing nicely but the nerves haven't returned yet. If I ever end up on the wall of the Post Office my defining feature will be one eyebrow. Thank god I'm old now otherwise this could be tragic!

It follows us wherever we go...lol


One last walk in the park, this time the Legion of Honor for Anders Zorn. Who? Sweden's greatest painter.

http://www.sfgate.com/art/article/Anders-Zorn-Sweden-s-Master-Painter-review-4968871.php#photo-5432374


 
Out front of the museum. If you walk forward and turn right past the statue the Golden Gate looms not to mention the city off to the other side. If the museum wasn't here it is safe to say I would visit this incredible spot as much as I go to the top of Twin Peaks---which is twice! Thank god they plan the museums layouts here for peeps like me otherwise I would miss so much.

Finally in my desperate attempt not to gain 15 pounds when I'm here, our daily walk of sorts--the Presidio.




the pier off the Warming Hut




 
 
The red eye to New York. It's always a little strange flying into NY. Having grown up there for eighteen years, yet never really returning after college, it feels like home but It's not. I know all the people yet I don't know anyone. But it is home in some bizarre way. I guess the formative years do put a stamp on you.  

 
 One month goes by really fast....