Rehabber’s Rehab

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The Goal:  Tear off the roof on the backroom, finish enough framing to get the plumber and electrician working, and maybe just maybe install new windows.

Well, that kind of got scrapped before the weekend even started.  We planned on finally having our permit after 10 nauseating weeks.  Alas, we achieved plan approval on Friday at 4pm after a lot of red ink and copying by Matt in the Village Hall Building department making final revisions.  However, we did not have all the necessary updated licenses and insurance for our contractors to get the big yellow card for our front window.  Thus, we scrapped the brazen idea of ripping off the back roof in broad day light without a permit.  Also our current electrical service run through where we want the gable to end, so we realized we have to wait for the electrician, who is going to put in a new service.  We’re still on fuses, and are changing the one to the garage every other week with Liz’s projects out there. But it sure would have been fun.  Stay tuned for my Wizard of Oz themed parable on the permit review process in the Emerald Oak Park.

Then our windows plan was in ruin.  Our Jeld-wen windows from Home Depot arrived on Friday morning with a possibility of next day delivery on Saturday.  The only problem was all the back room windows were missing our cottage style grills.  So two hours at Home Depot and much wrangling over the phone, half the windows were going back and the replacement windows for the bedrooms and dining room were be delivered early Saturday morning (I got a call at 6:30 AM when I’ve been working nights for the past month, argghh!).  But this window saga was happening at the same time as the rush to get our permit, so Matt had to leave me to fend through the westside CTA.  I love and hate (late buses) the CTA, but never have I smelled anything so foul as somebody who was s*itting behind me on the Cicero bus.

So, we changed up our game plan with little trace of disappointment and in the end got everything we needed done.  We decided to focus on the framing, knowing that the electrician would have a little that he couldn’t do in the roof of the back room, which only consisted of two lights and a fan, because the existing roof was still in place.  We started by cleaning up the masonary well that once separated the backroom and kitchen.  Surprisingly, it wasn’t such a clean job.  There was dust everywhere, especially on the cat.

We started demo-ing the old kitchen and pantry window so that we could frame in the wall.  Then we started to frame in the new kitchen window.   This made us curious on how we were going to finish out the other windows, like how deep the windows would be set on the sill.  So naturally, we moved to set one of the replacement windows in the dining room. 

Tackling any new job always requires some time, you got to find the right tools, figure out installation directions, and change up your mind set.  But the first window was a success and Matt, Dad and I were drunk on thrill of completion, so we decided that we would finish the other two dining room windows in the set. Sure enough we couldn’t be stopped and before you knew it we had two holes in the kitchen, brand new windows in the dining room and three bedrooms, and we late for our dinner date with Liz’s mom Pat, and I’m sure grandpa Frank was getting hungry because he eats early and is in bed by 8PM.  Knowing that Pat has made the work crew a great dinner is always a motivating factor and sure enough we were hurrying frantically to get to a stopping point and sit down to the feast.

Sunday started off slow, with little to show for our number one priority:  to get enough done so that others could come in and work on the electrical and plumbing.  Of course, every work weekend requires at least one trip to Home Depot, and sunday morning started with a long list of long 12 foot 2×10′s, concrete, mortar, bolts, and caulk.  Dad’s truck has not made a trip to Chicago in a while now, so it was up to Matt’s Mazda to haul the 12 footers back to the house.  Luckily even though the safety flag flew off in the first two minutes of the journey everything made it back safely.

Sunday was busy, especially when Randy (II) showed up unexpectedly to help out.  In fact, it was slightly controlled chaos.  There was debris flying everywhere from crumbling masonary walls, long 9 foot studs for the kitchen wall, chords for the various saws, levels, and mom scurring back and forth between Randy (II) and I putting up the kitchen wall, Dad filling in the blocks in the old pantry window, and Matt taking down the remaining original masonary wall dividing the kitchen and the back room.  I don’t think Randy’s sensitive acoustic engineering ears did well with the loud saws and nobody could handle the window being open long because the gail force winds were blowing through from the rapidly changing weather.  But Sunday was a resounding success with a new kitchen window and filled old window, a framed wall and a beam in place between the kitchen and back room.

Monday all we had to get done was the plumbing wall in the bathroom for the tub and moving the bathroom door so that the tub could fit in its new place.  This wall is only about three two and a half feet.  What made it so horrible was the sinking feeling that the right thing to do was get rid of the existing mildewy ceiling rather than dropping a ceiling a foot lower and leaving the old ceiling.  After fixing the bathroom door better than it was before and covering the exterior of the bathroom with sheetrock, we realized what we must do.

It was going to be dirty, toxic, and only mildly rewarding, but the ceiling should come down.  So I went in with long sleeves, a mask, my trusty long crow bar and a ladder and ripped down the ceiling.  For an hour I yanked on wood lathe and plaster and was showered with blown insulation.  I didn’t move from my central location on the ladder and my back paid the price on the hard to reach corners.  But the work was done and with the help of another five bags of insulation and miscellaneous plaster debris the mess was largely contained, just in time for lunch.

The five of us sat around our dining room table in dejected silence.  We ate our Buona beef and cold drinks with great satisfaction only wanting to sleep after two and a half days of hard work.  But we had just a little more to get done before the parents left to beat rush hour traffic.  We sawed into the two inches of concrete and tile that the bathroom floor was layed on to lay in our plate, we found the three remaining nine foot lengths of salvaged two by four and finished the plumbing wall.  With a permit eminent we were ready for the professionals.

Well except for all that gutting in the basement, the backroom roof, the other windows, the cleaning, the cleaning and don’t forget the cleaning!!!