Saturday, June 28, 2014

Back to the punch list



It's one thing to have a punch list where you know how to do everything on it, you just get at it. Then there's the kind I have where you figure it out as you go along. The fabled, every journey starts with a first step. Let me tell you, you can find a lot of reasons to put off that first step having had so many journeys' end at cliffs! Not only that, there are so many directions you can go on a long punch list.

I decided to end my mini vacation with something I had just done. Put another hole through a concrete wall. This time the septic.


From 2012 taken from the upstairs porch


In the picture above imagine a small 12x20 cottage above to the right. I built the septic to the specs of a four bedroom house. It's big. The pipe you see goes to the house. On the back wall, not visible, will be the inlet pipe for the cottage. Once again the smiley face routine.

 
Not so lucky this time--the dreaded rebar.


It's always easier the second time around. However I did find I had to add contouring to the top of the septic. As bad luck would have it, rain water was routing into the septic around the manhole covers. No big deal while not in use but I will have to address it down the road.


Old and new intakes.


ST Thomas carnival
Next up, something I have been putting off. Wiring the main breaker and bringing temporary power to the house. The heavy duty 100' extension from the shack had taken care of everything I needed regarding power tools to date. But with a utility room coming I needed to dig the ditch I had been putting off. Labor for temporary reasons always seems to hurt. The permanent electricity will be coming down from the power pole alongside the driveway in 3'' conduit buried 18" down. What I'm doing now is running #6 wire in 2" conduit, which I happen to have, buried for about 100' and then down through the forest to the house. 50 amps vs 200 later on.

 




It took me forever! I think I was good for about 30' feet a day. Lol. Plus the giant tree above was dropping what the locals call stinky toes or some such. The small fruit is so hard I moved my truck afraid that the windshield might suffer. The drop down was near 50'. Thoughts of getting hit were unsettling.
 

This is why god invented duct tape.




 
Who knew pulling/pushing four #6 wires could be such a pain in the ass. Basically straight with a little bend at the top. Try as I might I would get maybe 50' and then nothing. I called my bud Cleon for advice. First, construction cord, a plastic bag and a vacuum. Suck the plastic bag through the conduit, attach cord to cables and pull through. It all worked until about 75' but I needed 100' !


Next I called another bud, George, who lives in Coral Bay. These are BIG steps for me calling for help! With two people, the way normal people work, the cable took no time at all. The last 100' down through the forest was a breeze. I did that alone. Everything into an exterior junction box where it was coupled to the main wires coming from the house. Finally the piece de resistance, the main breaker box, a total mess of wires,large and small,hanging out of the wall stabbing me every time I went by. Ultimately the box will be behind a picture. Why so large? It wasn't until the inspector told me I had to put another breaker/sub panel downstairs for all those circuits. Let's say I have a lot of room now.

It's feeling like a house
 

Now the question is, did I wire the house properly? With a lot of things still to be hooked up I only turned on the receptacles in the living room. They worked. Next I flipped the spots and rope lights in the living room. Truth is,I couldn't believe it. Those spots sat in a termite invested container for years and yet they still worked. A little rust here and there but working. At some point it will all be replaced by LED lights which are becoming more affordable. I bought the old rope they are practically giving away at Home Depot because it is dimmable and very inexpensive.


 

If it's not one thing it's another. When I turned on the power for the first time apparently it triggered all my GFCI breakers, or something, leading me to think I wired the kitchen circuits wrong.
WTF. After the usual freak out it was simply resetting each one. Then the real bad news--the frig doesn't work. The years of sitting in the container termite mound rusted out the only line that is not copper. Runs and looks great but does not get cold. Even the repair man didn't want it for free. Now it has to sit in place until the final driveway and stairs are poured. There is no way to get it back up the temporary stairs and across the ramp. It needs an appliance dolly. The oven works! Won't know about the dishwasher until everything in the kitchen is done.

Just a reminder what things look like when they leave a termite mound inside a container. Here's a sink.
 
 





I always have company....


baby


Momma


Something easy. Hooked up the intake pipe if we should ever need a water delivery. I'm using the overflow pipes. Hopefully six inches of overflow pipe will offset ten inches of inflow pipe.



They are on a cruise they will never forget.



Some house keeping...sold the last 20' container. Did it's job for over seven years. Putting a peel and stick roof on it was the best thing I did. Never leaked despite the tropical environment.
 



He got a deal....


Back to the hard stuff, dealing with the stone tiles for the downstairs bathroom. Several problems all at once. First the floor itself is akin to lumpy gravy. For professionals it's no big deal assuming they have a ready supply of sand and cement to mix as they go along. The process is pretty straight forward. Lay a 1'' base of wet fresh cement followed immediately with the tile thin-set and tile. I've seen it laid out with strings so they know where they are at all times. I have no chance of pulling that off. My best shot is to pre level the floor as best I can and go from there.
 
Reasonably level


There's always a story. Years ago my buddy Roger came into possession of a lot of stone mosaic tiles from a failed construction project. Year after year they sat at one of his construction sites piled outside. Year after year whenever we walked past the pile I would tell him "you'll never use these, you should give them to me", smiling the whole time. Year after year he told me to f'k off. Five years on he calls and tell me to get them off his property! All right, my bathroom floor, just like in the pictures!

There's always a hook. What had happened over the years--the UV's had decayed the fiber backing and the stones fell off as you handled the tiles. Plus there were two kinds of stones mixed together. But they were free and on island.
 
 
 
After separating the two different stone types this is what I was left with. Now I have to make it fit the space. The spaced stones on the bottom left are one 12x12 spaced differently. If I stay consistent and space each stone individually I can make it. That's the theory! I'll use the other stone for the shower floor.
 

 
What a pain in the ass this turned out to be. The slightest imperfection in the underlying floor showed up in every placement. The chief reason the stones are all matted is actually to hold them in place until they are grouted. By laying them individually there is very little surface area for the thin-set to cling to. I literally had to go back and glue them in place with liquid nails that I had. Sure it worked but like I said what a pain. The matting material also acts as a leveling agent. What we have instead is a riverbed!
 
 
 
Of course I ran out of thin-set with just that little area to do. Where's the thin-set? On St Thomas of course and I'm not going there for just one bag. It will have to wait until I come back from San Francisco. The punch list is always growing.
 
Finally some info on a project:
 
This is not good news...
 
Hmmm, from the only on St John files...
 
 
The final project before boarding a plane for SF--getting all the cabinets squared away ready for the tile when I come back. You know there's always something. This time it was opening all the marble tiles and inspecting them. Yup, there was a problem. Now I know why I got such a good deal. What I looked at in the showroom and purchased years before was not exactly what I thought I was getting by the time it got packaged and delivered to my consolidator. There was a slight difference in about six of 24x24 tiles. Beyond natural differences. Ultimately it led to using one grouping on one side and the other on the opposite stove side. Plus they were sold as 24x24 but in reality they were 23.5 x 23.5. I'm such a rookie. Actually rube is probably the better word. 
 
 

It's in the counter on the left side of the stove where the 23.5" screws things up.
 
Dry laying the tile to figure out what pattern we like.
I got a really good deal on this Calcutta marble because they only had 56 sq. ft. left and it was all or none for $5 sq. ft. Nothing I had previously looked at was less than $25 and certainly not 24x24. Sure we would love a slab but just how and at what price was I getting it to the house for a kitchen yet to be finalized. This way I had all the counters and back splash no matter how we laid out the galley kitchen. It's going to look killer despite some color and dimensional hurdles that I'll hide.
 
 
 

I liked flying like this....the upstairs bar and smoking lounge on a 747. Had the pleasure a few times.





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!