Tuesday, April 18, 2006
New TownHouse Renovation - Day 30-34 (3.26-3.30.06)
Sunday - Thursday:
Goals: Make the new place semi-livable
Ok, so its been awhile since I have posted. There are a couple of reasons for this.
1. The first week after we moved in basically we just accomplished 3 things: putting up clothes hanging bars in the master bedroom. Since we ripped out the old junk that was in there, we had nowhere to hang our clothes. We also spent most of the week looking for either Rena's shoes or pants. For some reason she could not find anything. And third, we basically just shuffled boxes around.
2. We had to clean up the old place. We spent most of the week over at the old place fixing up the mess we had created. We still had a number of things still over there to take to the new place, a bunch of holes to patch and a lot of dust bunnies to slaughter.
I spent most of Sunday trying to get the garage in order so that we could park both of our cars in it. There is A LOT of stuff in the garage. We had the movers leave the old fridge in the garage so that we could eventually move it into the small room downstairs which will eventually be Rena's pantry. All of the shelves from the old garage are still at the old place because we didn't have room on the moving truck.
This is a bit of a long story, but I guess I will tell it so you can understand why everything is such a pain in the ass regarding room in the garage:
Ok, here's the situation. My parents are away on a weeks vacation, and they left the keys to the brand new Porsche.......ehh scratch that. Will Smith I am not.
Ok, so in Pasadena California, it is the law that you cannot park on the street from 2am until 6am. This of course means we have to have both cars in the garage at night. This means that any project that we are working on has to be totally put away and moved so that we can park. It is a pain in the nut sack.
So basically, on Sunday I put up the shelving units from the old garage, and loaded them up with junk. I also tried to get as much stuff out of the way so that I could hook up the washer and dryer during the week. Rena is at her moms house baking. We have a wedding that we are both working on the 8th of April. So the next 2 weeks we spend alot of time doing that, and not so much working on the house.
Monday: All of our clothes are still in boxes/suitcases/on the floor. So we finally decide to put up the bars in the master bedroom closets. This is really exciting and fun. It is a temporary fix, since we really want to do something nice in that closet. For some reason, this saps all of my energy after work. This is the first day of the work week in the new house, and it is an epic adventure to find anything in order to go to work.
Tuesday:
We need to hook up the washer and dryer. I got all of the needed materials on Sunday and make an attempt to get everything rolling. I bought some super special washing machine hookup cables (the old ones were fused to the pipes at the old apartment) that had some kind of auto-leak detection thing on there. Which meant they only worked when they got the installers temper above a certain level. Which by my estimates were somewhere between puppy kicking and baby punching mad.
So after punching a baby about 10 times, I got the hot water line to finally work. Then it took Rena and I about an hour to get the damn dryer vent to hook up properly. We get everything hooked up...try it out, and the washing machine drain pipe starts backing up. Apparently we had some sort of clog. Luckily this is covered by the HOA. A guy comes out on Thursday and cleans our pipe with a huge assed snake. So we finally have laundry abilities on Thursday night. And this is when we realize that we have 3 flights of stairs to go down whenever we do laundry.
New project: Move laundry room to third floor.
Wed: At the old place cleaning - We had some wood floor "problems" at the old place. The shitty old floor in that place started to come up in places so I put some wood putty/ filler in there to take care of it. And it looked like total ass. Rena spends time packing the rest of the old kitchen and I work on the garage.
Thurs: At the old place cleaning still. We finish up, I twist my damn ankle tripping over some shit in the garage. We TOTALLY pack all of the garbage cans in the joint and head home.
Goals: Make the new place semi-livable
Ok, so its been awhile since I have posted. There are a couple of reasons for this.
1. The first week after we moved in basically we just accomplished 3 things: putting up clothes hanging bars in the master bedroom. Since we ripped out the old junk that was in there, we had nowhere to hang our clothes. We also spent most of the week looking for either Rena's shoes or pants. For some reason she could not find anything. And third, we basically just shuffled boxes around.
2. We had to clean up the old place. We spent most of the week over at the old place fixing up the mess we had created. We still had a number of things still over there to take to the new place, a bunch of holes to patch and a lot of dust bunnies to slaughter.
I spent most of Sunday trying to get the garage in order so that we could park both of our cars in it. There is A LOT of stuff in the garage. We had the movers leave the old fridge in the garage so that we could eventually move it into the small room downstairs which will eventually be Rena's pantry. All of the shelves from the old garage are still at the old place because we didn't have room on the moving truck.
This is a bit of a long story, but I guess I will tell it so you can understand why everything is such a pain in the ass regarding room in the garage:
Ok, here's the situation. My parents are away on a weeks vacation, and they left the keys to the brand new Porsche.......ehh scratch that. Will Smith I am not.
Ok, so in Pasadena California, it is the law that you cannot park on the street from 2am until 6am. This of course means we have to have both cars in the garage at night. This means that any project that we are working on has to be totally put away and moved so that we can park. It is a pain in the nut sack.
So basically, on Sunday I put up the shelving units from the old garage, and loaded them up with junk. I also tried to get as much stuff out of the way so that I could hook up the washer and dryer during the week. Rena is at her moms house baking. We have a wedding that we are both working on the 8th of April. So the next 2 weeks we spend alot of time doing that, and not so much working on the house.
Monday: All of our clothes are still in boxes/suitcases/on the floor. So we finally decide to put up the bars in the master bedroom closets. This is really exciting and fun. It is a temporary fix, since we really want to do something nice in that closet. For some reason, this saps all of my energy after work. This is the first day of the work week in the new house, and it is an epic adventure to find anything in order to go to work.
Tuesday:
We need to hook up the washer and dryer. I got all of the needed materials on Sunday and make an attempt to get everything rolling. I bought some super special washing machine hookup cables (the old ones were fused to the pipes at the old apartment) that had some kind of auto-leak detection thing on there. Which meant they only worked when they got the installers temper above a certain level. Which by my estimates were somewhere between puppy kicking and baby punching mad.
So after punching a baby about 10 times, I got the hot water line to finally work. Then it took Rena and I about an hour to get the damn dryer vent to hook up properly. We get everything hooked up...try it out, and the washing machine drain pipe starts backing up. Apparently we had some sort of clog. Luckily this is covered by the HOA. A guy comes out on Thursday and cleans our pipe with a huge assed snake. So we finally have laundry abilities on Thursday night. And this is when we realize that we have 3 flights of stairs to go down whenever we do laundry.
New project: Move laundry room to third floor.
Wed: At the old place cleaning - We had some wood floor "problems" at the old place. The shitty old floor in that place started to come up in places so I put some wood putty/ filler in there to take care of it. And it looked like total ass. Rena spends time packing the rest of the old kitchen and I work on the garage.
Thurs: At the old place cleaning still. We finish up, I twist my damn ankle tripping over some shit in the garage. We TOTALLY pack all of the garbage cans in the joint and head home.
# posted by Tony Starr @ 2:13 PM 
