There was no magic to finding it. It found us. We had been house hunting for months finding nothing even remotely interesting, all bungalows or poorly designed ranch houses with no personality. I first saw the house on a realtor web site, this one lonely photo of an unusual cube-shaped house in poor light. I saw it and shrugged to myself, huh, must be a foreclosure since there is only one photo. Interesting looking but not in the area we want. When I finally mentioned it to Richard he said he’d seen it as well, and also thought it looked interesting…but knew I’d protest because of the location. But it can’t hurt to look, right?

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My first impression at the showing: Nice shaded lot, the house looked sad and droopy (later realizing the sagging cantilevered beams were the cause), but WOW the view of the water, the open shallow stairwell moving us through all four levels, the peaceful and intimate living spaces. And the quirky unexpected things – an odd little door under the stairs, a safe, a speaker the size of a closet. I left the place chuckling. Richard left the place with the wheels spinning in his head. One of us brought it up later that day and my response was NO WAY. Too much space. Too much house. Too much work. Wrong location. But Richard was smart and bided his time.

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June 5, 2010 to June 4, 2011 – measuring life in the camper

1 herb and vegetable garden
1 intact marriage
+1.8 inches (our son)
2 manatees
+2.1 inches (our daughter)
4 nutria
4 visits from the tooth fairy
-5 lbs (me)
+6 lbs (me)
6 binders of documents
7 outdoor dinner parties
11 canoe adventures
18 toothbrushes
25 oz dishwashing liquid
44 lawn mowings
47 gallons of milk
56 house meetings
79 Netflix movies
80 blog posts
89 face shaves (not me)
193 buckets of human waste
249 sleeps
1,072 loads of laundry
educational life moments – still counting

 

This week I found myself picturing all of the subcontractors as part of my big proverbial 60s style, swingin’ afghan just like my grandma used to make, not worrying so much if it wasn’t utterly perfect, just humming away and focused on putting together an item that would keep a loved one warm. Of course my grandma was color blind (I don’t know this for a fact but what sane person would otherwise knit those colors together?), but her goal was clear.

Richard and I spent all week coordinating. Telephone call to Whittington Plumbing, text to Josh at Eberling Design, quick pow-wow with Rob Lytle about the wood flooring timeline, and a stop to visit with Chris at Tile Market…all just so we could ensure the bathroom tile and wood flooring would continue as planned.  Oops! Must check the sinks are coming in on time for the plumber. Oops! Must remember to mark the walls where the electrician needs to put light outlets in the bathroom. Rip out a few stitches and start again.

Unlike coordinating a renovation, however, knitting is therapeutic, meditative, and supremely satisfying. And a decent quality skein of yarn only costs $5-15. Perhaps my color-blind grandma had clearer vision than I thought.

Today I spent my first day in the house – no we haven’t moved in, that’s sure to hit Twitter first – organizing the architectural plans for most of the homes in our neighborhood and searching for the plans for the Hatcher House. The history lessons have been delightful. Joseph Durkee, who owned much of the land in the neighborhood, subdivided his holdings into lots and decided who could buy and what they could build. A neighbor mentioned he now has possession of all the plans from the Durkee family, and offered to let me look through for my house, then I offered to organize the rest by address.

Original lots here were generally sold for at least $4,000 in the mid 50′s. Mr. Durkee wrote a letter to the bank advising that one proposed buyer should not have been approved for a mortgage because he seemed to lack sufficient income – the mortgage was for $19,500 and the buyer only made $6,600 per year as a bank clerk. A number of local architects and builders were involved in designing and building the homes, and almost all were designed as one level homes with an understated appearance. A few original owners are still in the neighborhood, as well as many descendants of the original families. Tracking the homes by the year built, I saw that many lots sat for a while before homes were built. I could imagine watching the houses pop up initially in the mid 50′s, then a smattering in the late 60′s and early 70′s, with a few stragglers in the 80′s. No trees clear cut or widespread construction, just organic growth over the years.

After opening the last bag and working my way through half of it without finding our plans, I was becoming disheartened. But this story shall have a happy ending – curled up modestly with the few remaining sets was an entire permit plan set with the name “Hatcher” scrawled across the outer edge.

As to our news: We have wood flooring on our top floor! We have wood flooring in our dining room and kitchen! We have tile in the second bathroom! We have a refrigerator and oven and dishwasher and induction cooktop…to install! We have kitchen cabinets…to assemble! Must be time to return to the present.

We all know children live in their own little universe and ours are mostly blissfully unaware of the home renovation stress. Thanks to the clearance section at Target, the kids have invented a new activity in conjunction with fishin’ and crabbin’ and twirlin’…

Earmuffs make it quiet for the fish

Ethan's first Florida blue crab

Happy Mother’s Day and Happy Galoshing to one and all!

We have been pedaling hard uphill for the last year with no real breathers, but we finally feel like we have gotten to the top of this renovation mountain and can relax and enjoy the view. Now we just have to watch for the bumps as we careen downhill.

I spent the weekend pulling up the last of the subfloor and all the pieces edging each room that used to hold down carpet, smiling to myself as I pulled up bits of the original red shag the Hatchers put in 44 years ago. The hvac ducting went in last week and we are cruising at a comfy 74deg inside and Butch from United Electric put in the three breakers we needed to have hot water (Whittington Plumbing had already primed our instant hot water heater). This week we hope to get the bulk of things done so we can MOVE IN. Dear reader, please smile indulgently and allow us this fantasy. After all, it’s easy to dream with the wind rushing by, eyes closed, no pedaling. And for the first time in a year, I have a limitless hot shower on my property. Ahhhhhh.

The contractor has lined up window waterproofing to commence this week along with installation of exterior fascia (wood to cover up and streamline all the post and beam connections). Richard and I have scheduled Rob Lytle to start installing the wood floors, Josh Eberling returns this week to start putting in the Schulter-Kerde system (instead of shower pans) in the second bathroom to prep it for tiling, Dandeneau Contracting is installing the custom bathroom cabinet and countertop in the first bathroom, Ikea kitchen cabinets and the kids’ closet system are being delivered Saturday, and Sears will install the refrigerator and double ovens next week.

Tune in next week to find out if any of this comes true…

Against the odds, we arrived home Friday to find our four hvac units gloriously, and incredibly quietly, humming away outside the house. Then straight from a 30′s Fred Estaire movie, we swept in the front doors to have our hair and clothing softly stirred by cool, conditioned air. If a manufacturer rep from LG had been standing right there, I would have signed a contract in my own blood promising to tout the amazing benefits of their products for my lifetime.


Alas, Sunday was not a day of rest. Richard and I ripped up the last of the two layers of parquet and plywood that had been glued and nailed down in the dining room, I scaled the scaffolding and scrubbed clean 2 of the 4 coquina exterior towers, and I met with a fourth wood flooring installer, hoping this one will be the right fit at the right price. We also ordered all of our kitchen cabinets and talked through the final design for the master bathroom.

Almost time for the Clampetts to move from behind the cement pond into the big house.

Lee & Cates showed up with a big crane today, the kids are on spring break, and we watched as a big starfish-shaped metal tool with five big suction cups was attached to each of the four humongous 12′ x 16′ panes of glass, lifted high above the house (windy day, lots of swinging), slowly lowered between the scaffolding and the house, and then detached by the glazing team to be pushed into place and sealed. I was told each 3/8″ thick piece of glass weighs close to 700 lbs. Crazy to watch. Huge sense of accomplishment to have all the big fixed glass in place finally.

 

I would think that any homeowner experiencing a massive renovation always takes some comfort in seeing movement and progress, no matter how minute. However, when you’re told by the contractor that completion is just weeks away, and even a week passes without seeing major progress, this particular homeowner goes a little crazy.

Dandeneau Contracting IS installing the birch ply ceiling panels slowly but surely, Butch from United Electric IS installing the lighting finishes in those ceiling panels, the drywaller IS doing a beautiful job on the installation. However we still have gaping holes where glass is supposed to go, such an awful job on the new roof that we’ve called do-over, we’re back to square one on a front door entry after weeks of wasted effort from various parties, and we’ve got a Change Order of Damocles swinging above us as the waterproofing is finalized.

Thank goodness we love, love, love our camper life so much. But wait, the camper owner needs her camper back in a few weeks…! Yes, we are happy to announce that we will be moving from the camper into the top floor of our unfinished home in a few weeks’ time, to languish on air beds and sleeping bags. Be careful what you wish for out there. It may make you loco.

Bill Thorne and his team have installed the majority of the Berridge zincalume siding in super quick fashion. 
Honestly, no matter how crappy I feel about the problems that are still arising, I can’t get the smile off my face upon seeing the cubic shell starting to look like a house!

Patricia McQuaid, our architect, is back on the job and working remotely from Italy to help finish up. We are now getting quotes on the wood flooring installation and bathroom cabinet fabrication, but we can’t do anything until the builder and architect figure out how to resolve the waterproofing around the glass.


My one unwavering bright spot is the bathroom. Chris at Tile Market helped finalize tile choices and gave us his blessing, and Josh Eberling is lined up to finish installation in two weeks. Will this be the one item that is completed on schedule? I daren’t hope.

Meanwhile we’re enjoying the first siren songs of spring. The oak leaves began dropping the last week in February, followed by a serious pollen drenching that continued into last week, and this week the maple tree across the little side creek began dropping helicopters all over our camper lawn, whirling down and remind us of our childhood.

downed helicopters

helicopters on the pool deck

Highs are inevitably followed by lows. Upon closer inspection of our glorious new sliding WinDoor systems, we found large gaps in some areas between the window frames and jambs that are not easily sealed, and everything has ground to a halt while the experts scratch their heads and figure out how to keep water out AND still make the architectural detailing look good AND not require us, the hapless homeowners, to sell our first-born. The huge fixed glass pieces arriving next week will have similar issues. My suggestion of pillows of pink expanding insulation and metallic spray paint was met by cold stares.

Nay! Gaps!

Pressure treated wood reveal, gap, aluminum door frame

The over-arching problem (oh that’s so negative! how about “consideration?” much cheerier!) with this house has been, and always will be, waterproofing. Every single major decision that has been made in this project has first been based on waterproofing. And here we are, within keen eyesight’s view of the finish line, and we have a new major waterproofing…consideration.

I’m going to go sit outside and watch the mullet jump (must be some seasonal thing? they splash around all day and night right now), forget my problems and let the experts mullet over. Ba dum bump.

A juvenile mullet