I will be writing posts (or post) on Sunday mornings. I’m doing this for two reasons: The Factory work is draining my intellectual capacity and my drafts folder is full of as-yet-unresolved situations. No example of the latter would be the current Son of Jerkface MacGuyver affair. (Not love affair, mind you. More like a detective case – or defective case.)
When your house is small and the skilled tradesmen don’t want to trip over a box, they put it on the partition wall with its end dangling overhead.
Today tremendous progress was made and the Box is gone. Phew!
…the builder of La Casa de Tontería, aka Jerkface MacGuyver, whose greatest work was hiding his laziness and cheapness.
I knew that he didn’t put a subfloor under the bathroom tile. There is a slight step-down from the threshold. However, I had no idea that the whole bathroom had been laid out directly on the floor. That means bathtub splashes, condensation on the toilet, and any leaks went straight to the wood.
Imagine my reaction when I came home Tuesday to this:
As an added bonus, the tub wasn’t secured to anything. After the demo crew took off the existing tile, they just pulled the tub away from the wall and picked it up. No wonder I keep having to patch cracked grout around the edge of the tub – it was moving!
Happily I saw the damaged wood was thoroughly dry, and when the crew checked the crawl space the next day, they found no wetness under the house. One of them even told me, “Yours is the nicest crawl space I’ve seen – not that crawl spaces are nice.”
The floor was repaired with about $55 worth of plywood, so no great overage on the project estimate. However, I continue to be appalled by the horrible things Mr. MacGuyver did to La Casa de Tontería.
The kitchen backsplash was replaced yesterday, so there’s no gap between the countertop and the tile. Long-time readers may recall that the original backsplash was discolored wallpaper.
Now the tiles will match the counter and cupboards, although I lost my hand painted fruit tiles.
The project wasn’t without glitches. Because there are no bullnose tiles, the tiler attempted to finish the edges near the window with some fancy cutting. It would have looked great if the window were centered and outlets didn’t force him to cut away at odd angles.
Instead, the tile looked uniformly wonderful at both ends and turned into a jigsaw puzzle in the middle. I contacted the business owner and she agreed that running the tiles to the edge will look better. I’ll have to paint the edges when I repaint the windowsill and recess.
The master bath is in progress. The broken tile, chipped sink, and rusty bathtub were eyesores. (Not to mention baths became impossible when the switch to stop up the bath got stuck last year.) So it was an exciting project.
On Tuesday it became even more exciting because La Casa de Tontería (aka The House of Nonsense) was built by the infamous Jerkface MacGuyver.
I’ll keep you posted. (Literally.)
As long-time readers may recall, La Casa de Tontería (aka The House of Nonsense) suffers from the evil machinations of a builder known only as Jerkface MacGuyver. He’s the mastermind behind an unlicensed electrical line to the shed of doom, collapsible shelves, and other adventures in homeownership.
The toilet in the powder room wasn’t holding its
alcohol water, so I bought a new toilet flapper valve for the powder room. Unfortunately, the overflow tube looked nothing like a normal tube. In fact, it had a long pointy plastic “tower” rising through the center. (For a normal view, see here and click on the image to the right.)
I returned the flapper and bought a complete replacement kit.
Baby Bro was planning a visit and our father (aka The Old Man) insisted I get his help moving the tank. He quickly took over the project when it became clear that MacGuyver had struck again. How? The tank had an extra hole plugged with caulk which Baby Bro easily removed.
Baby Bro took photos and sent them to The Old Man. The consultation was lengthy only because they were amazed by MacGuyver’s handiwork. (And not in an admiring way.) Honestly, is there any other licensed builder who consistently finds factory rejects and second-hand parts and says, “Oh, this will do nicely”?!?
Even the handle needed replacing because the flush lever had no holes for the pull-chain.
Happily I can reveal that the toilet flushes and fills properly. Now I am one step closer to a functioning home.
No, not Congress. La crisis presupuestaria de la Casa de Tontería. To non-Spanish speakers: Need mo’ money in da House o’ Nonsense, eh? (I added the last word so Canadian and Yooper readers would understand.)
Last week, I got one bid (and another pending) to replace the driveway and the walk. The previous neighbors had trees growing right at the edge of the drive, which heaved the concrete. The husband was reluctant to cut them down until I pointed out that they would undermine his own house’s foundation.
Since they left and the bank sold the house, the decaying roots caused the cement to tip sideways, creating a dam where the downspouts pour out. The summer has been very dry, but marked by torrential storms that made a shallow pool between our houses. Not only was the tar-like sealant washing away, but air bubbled up when even a child on a bike crossed the drive.
The walkway problem is typical for the builder, known
affectionately as Jerkface MacGuyver. Because the backfill around the foundation wasn’t properly tamped, the soil has compacted and the concrete tipped. Now the sidewalk leading to the front step tilts toward the house. As with the driveway, it pours water toward the foundation.
I had money set aside for the Garage Plan (a three-year project so well-thought out and thus far so well-executed, government project planners would weep over their relative incompetence. Not that I’m bragging. I’m merely stating the facts with a sneer.). Since I envisioned a new driveway leading to the garage, I felt comfortable using funds for this masonry project. I still have time to add to the Garage Fund.
Or so I thought. Continue reading
“It’s so hot and humid today,” I thought to myself after I mowed and ran errands. “I better take it easy.”
I didn’t iron – too hot. I didn’t cook – far too hot by lunch! I couldn’t focus on my self-assigned book. I turned on the fan and sat, surfing the ‘net and trying to stay cool.
“Oh, I know!” I thought suddenly.
And that’s how I came up with the bright idea of removing the shower doors by myself.* I’d like to report that it wasn’t as hard as I expected, but that would be a lie. Jerkface MacGuyver, the builder of La Casa de Tontería, employed excellent installers; too bad the doors were cheap garbage. Although the rust-encrusted caulk crumbled under a double-dose of elbow grease, the wall anchors will NOT budge.
However, I was pleasantly surprised that my klutziness didn’t interfere. Even gravity was my friend! Once the doors fell off the wall into the tub, taking the entire top metal strip with them, it was MUCH easier to tear them individually from the lower strip.
I admit I grazed my right index and ring fingers on metal, but there’s no bleeding. So I put away the first aid kit unused.
I was quite pleased. Until I realized I desperately need a shower but there’s no curtain. Oops.
*My friend Daniel offered to help in exchange for homemade chocolate mocha cookies, but his work schedule is definitely hospitalish. Readers employed in the medical field will understand!