The Last Big Project

In the ten years I have lived in my squat little postwar ranch, “remodel the bathroom” has been on my do list.  I did what I could when I moved in; new paint,  flooring and sink but I couldn’t afford to replace the aging tub and yellowing plastic tub surround under a cave-like soffit.  It was the most hated room in my house and it took a visit by relatives (whose bathroom is perfect to the last detail) to finally make me realize that something had to be done. Now.

Since this is a project that has been mentally in the works for years, a large number of the pieces had been picked out and I knew what changes I wanted to make to the configuration of the room.  The tub needed to be removed which was a decision I wrestled with for several months; my brother the contractor said it would negatively affect the value of the house but in the end I opted to forgo the tub in favor of a large shower stall.  Removing the tub and shortening the adjacent hall closet gave me a roomy and convenient closet accessible from inside the bathroom; no longer would I have to leave the bathroom to fetch a bar of soap or roll of toilet paper!

The ceiling was the first area of attack.  For some reason it was covered with plywood and then painted; my guess is that they had a mold problem at one time and covered it with lauan to keep the mold from coming through . The removal of the soffit revealed plywood all the way across, which made the perfect foundation for the tongue and groove red cedar I planned for the ceiling.  Cedar is mold, mildew and rot resistant and emits a lovely smell when the steam from the shower comes in contact with it. The installation of a new bath fan and light to replace the old noisy one completed the ceiling.

The next big job was the removal of the 600 pound cast iron tub which was probably original to the house.  Removing the plumbing wall helped us get it tipped forward onto a couple of furniture dollies, then wheeled it through the house and out the front door.  Leveraging a fresh fall of snow, we were able to get the tub out to the side of the road by sliding it along; the tub disappeared a couple of days later as things seem to do around here.

Having an empty hole where our tub once was really drove home the necessity of having to get going on a replacement, and I felt a little panicky knowing that I was going to have to drive to my shower for the next few days.  Fortunately Ken felt the same way, and he began framing up the new shower area the same day.  The next day while I was at work he put in the plumbing and the cement board.  Tiling was not far away!

Being a self proclaimed rock hound,  I chose 2 x 2 slate mosaic tile to surround the shower in shades of gold, gray, charcoal and tan with the occasional plum or orange tinged slate which has a sort of organic and Zen-like feel.  It went in fairly easily and I was glad I had done a preliminary sealing of the tiles in our basement fume tent before installation because it really helped to get the medium gray grout sponged off the uneven slates.

While I was busy tiling, Ken was completing the drywall in the closet and putting up wainscoting around the lower half of the bathroom.  He was also getting the plumbing ready for the new pedestal sink which was replacing the old vanity.  The wainscoting was painted a creamy ironstone white to brighten things up a bit and Ken lobbied for a rich gold for the area above the wainscoting.   Gold was not a color I had considered, but a few days later he commented on my sister’s gold dining room and I had to agree that it looked nice.  She happened to have some left over paint I could try and when I put the sample on the wall I was sold.

After five days without a shower we were finally ready to test drive the shower for the first time; that was a glorious day indeed!  I had the honor of going first while Ken examined the plumbing for any leaks; he pronounced it good and we had a shower once again.

It was good to have a functioning shower again, but finding a cork floor to bring the project closer to completion was proving to be frustrating. It may seem like an odd floor to want in a bathroom, but it’s organic, warm and cushiony on the feet, antimicrobial and extremely durable.  Most of the cork I was finding locally was bonded to a substrate which you definitely don’t want in a bathroom; finding the thin cork tiles was a lot more difficult.  I finally had to settle for my second pattern choice, but it actually looks great down and feels fantastic under bare feet.

The final design element was the tempered glass shower door and trying to decide between clear glass and patterned glass was a challenge; it was a decision I waited to make until the tile was up.  Once I saw how fantastic the tile looked, I knew there was no way I was going to hide it behind frosted glass.  The clear glass means that using a squeegee after you shower is a must but the effect is worth it.  We nailed a set of antique tobacco hooks above the shower to hang items within easy reach, created towel bars from iron plumbing parts spray painted wrought iron black and purchased fluffy new towels.

The whole thing took six weeks and was totally worth all the mess and nuisance; I still do the occasional double take when I walk past the bathroom. And it’s nice to have the last big project behind me!

Dedicated Guy

Dedicated Guy ran past my house today. But I’m not surprised, because he runs by my house every day no matter how cold it is, no matter how slushy, rainy or hot.  I even noticed him running past my house one Christmas morning while the rest of the neighbors were cleaning up their wrapping paper.  His consistency and discipline are astonishing to me, and I have even taken to nicknaming him Dedicated Guy. If he happens to be running by on one of my forays into the garden, I’ll call out, “Hi Dedicated Guy”, which elicits a little chuckle from him.

He has made me wonder what sort of magic he possesses, and I dangle the Dedicated Girl Status carrot in front of myself whenever I consider a workout.  Last year a couple of things happened that pushed me closer to my Dedicated Girl goal: the Professor bought me a membership to Gold’s in Niskayuna, and my hours at worked got changed from 7 to 3 to a 9 to 5 workday.

The new gym is gorgeous… clean, lots of classes and in a nice part of town.  My old gym was okay, but parking was a hassle and it was farther away in a run down strip mall containing one of those super cheap food stores.  I got tired of finding cast-off shopping carts nuzzled up against my car when I emerged,  and the parking lot was dark and unmaintained so the incentive to go just wasn’t there.

The other incentive was a change in work hours which, while devastating at first,  suddenly opened up all kinds of morning workout opportunities.  Given the incredible choice of morning classes I was able to try all kinds of things: Body Combat, Iyengar Yoga, and Spin (of which I have become something of a devotee).  I’m a morning regular now, and it is interesting to note that nearly all the clientele at that hour is around my age or considerably older.  The same folks show up every morning like some sort of unintentional little clique and it’s nice to get a nod or a smile at that hour; it’s a very different crowd from the aloof after work types.

So how do I know I have reached Dedicated Girl status?  After waking up a couple of weeks ago to several inches of snow and immediately discarding it as an excuse not to go.  That’s what Dedicated Guy would do.

The Never Ending Java Saga

I thought I was done.

Two semesters of clawing and scraping my way through Betty Fryer’s Java classes, wishing feverishly that it would end and having my GPA toppled by getting a B in each class (even though I think Betty was being kind); I’m pretty sure she was glad to get rid of such a wretched student.  For some reason I was living with the delusion that I would never have to write another piece of java code again; I could not have been more mistaken.

You can imagine how I felt a half hour into the Data Structures class when it dawned on me that I was staring down the barrel of another fifteen weeks of writing utterly incomprehensible code that looks like Urdu to me… complete and total panic.  The concepts are easy;  I can sit through a three hour whiteboard lecture, take copious notes and understand everything the professor is saying.   But when it comes to writing the code something gets completely lost in the translation.  I have often wondered if this is some sort of weird learning disability that has yet to be identified or a broken neuron somewhere that’s keeping me from connecting the dots.

As soon as the class was over I double checked the Sage Advisor to make sure this was a requirement; it was.  I checked to see if any community colleges were having the course; surely a two year school had to have an easier Data Structures class than a four year school!  There was nothing to be had. I fretted and stewed for three days before finally coming to the realization that there was no way to get out of the class and that I had better suck it up and deal with it.

It has been a bumpy road, but I am almost halfway through the class.  I advertised for a tutor on Craig’s list and found a patient  PhD student who helped me through a big midterm project. I never miss a class, pay strict attention to the professor and am hoping to claw my way through the remaining classes without denting my pretty decent GPA too badly.

Wish me luck.

The New House

Another one of those “life milestones” occurred this spring which make me realize how old I am: my daughter bought a house.

She enlisted my help on this project and we began perusing house listings in December; our lives soon became consumed with the back and forth emailing of ads, and weekend drive-bys of anything that looked remotely interesting and in her price range.  That was complicated somewhat by the fact that she could not afford to spend a huge amount, but Capital District real estate was not suffering the value sag that other areas of the country were experiencing, so bargains were harder to come by.  On the up side there was an $8,000.00 tax incentive for anyone purchasing a house before December 1, so it seemed like a good time for her to take the plunge.

It was interesting to see my daughter’s reactions to the various places we looked at and to see her wrap her head around the real meanings of real estate listings;  “convenient to local highways” meant the house was located on an on ramp,  and “needs updating” usually meant the house was completely trashed. After looking at a half dozen houses it was clear that she was undergoing some adjustment in her expectations while her personal wish list was being whittled down.

My responsibility during all of this was to remain as neutral as possible while pointing out potential pitfalls and positives; this was not always an easy task.  Having looked at nearly a hundred houses during my own search I was quick to notice rotting eaves, crumbing foundations and other perils of the first time buyer without becoming too enchanted by a pretty piece of woodwork.  I knew that if she looked at enough houses and was patient with the process, a house would come along that felt “right”.

After about six months and dozens of house tours, we looked at a little bungalow in the Upper Union area of Schenectady that finally felt “right”.  It was an older home with good bones, gorgeous floors and woodwork and new mechanicals. The house was less square footage than her apartment, but had a walkup attic that could be converted to a master suite some day.  Bonus.  The kitchen cabinets were cheesy, but it had all new appliances including a washer and dryer that came with the house.  Another bonus. And the house had central air…serious bonus!

It has been several weeks since the closing and she is now settled into her very first home.  I am happy to have been associated with the process, and happier still with the independent manner in which she handled the transaction.  Some of my friends have expressed surprise that a 26 year old unmarried woman would purchase a house on her own, but I’m not surprised in the least; I expected nothing less.

The Outhouse

outhouseI know…I have not been doing much blogging of late.  It’s spring, and projects definitely trump blogging any day!

My latest project is a new tool shed which is a replica of an old “back house”.  For several years I have been looking around for a vintage one to dismantle and move to my back yard for conversion into a tool shed, but most of the ones I have found are in such disrepair that it just wasn’t worth it.  A few weeks ago Ken actually suggested that we build one ourselves.  This was interesting since I’m usually the one who cooks up projects, but after thinking about it for a while I realized that there was an ulterior motive; the new tool shed will get my gardening stuff out of the barn leaving more room for the Professor to spread out.  It was kind of a win-win for everyone.

The basic shape was framed up in no time, and since I wanted cedar shingles Ken gladly handed over the hammer for that particular brand of tedium.  It’s not hard to see why having a house shingled in cedar is so pricey…it’s a lot of work!  While I was busy shingling, Ken fabricated a door (complete with a crescent moon) and attached a simple tin roof.  He added some shelves, and my little tool shed was done!

The outhouse came out great; it holds  all my gardening stuff in close proximity to the house (and I have a lot of it) and smells wonderfully of cedar inside.  It’s so handy and roomy that I don’t even mind being displaced from the barn!

Back to the Barn

Well, I did it. After much consideration I applied for a job in Mid-Range and actually (miracle of all miracles) got it. This means that I will no longer have to go to a district four days per week, but will drive to the network center which happens to be a mere mile from my house. It’s going to be an interesting learning curve as it deals largely with Unix, Linux and web services, but it’s manageable since I have had some exposure to all three technologies, albeit not extensively.

The district is disappointed that I am leaving, but I gave them three years to start treating the place like a real network instead of some sort of frat house for computer enthusiasts (minus the drinking and sorority girls, of course). The job I will be doing is actually a job that I had considered applying for a year ago, but I wanted to see the district through the completion of some big projects. That has been accomplished, making the re-opening of this job a sign that it was time to move on. As George Peppard often said, “I love it when a plan comes together”.

Resolution Humbug

This afternoon at 4:15, after getting my membership tag scanned at the gym I made a beeline for the cardio deck only to discover that there was one single machine left and it wasn’t one of my favorites.   Doing a double take, I checked the clock to see if perhaps I’d misread the time and then I remembered: it was New Year’s Resolution Time.  This meant that from now until the next long school break in February people would be flocking to gyms in unprecedented numbers in search of eternal youth, or at least to work off their Christmas goodies.

For the more or less regular clients like myself (okay, I don’t go much in June or July) this usually means trouble finding an empty locker, standing around waiting for equipment and crowded classes.  I will say that my latest gym uses a pass system for classes instead of packing people in like sardines as they did at my old gym which is much more civilized.  But it’s still pretty crowded, and crowds just aren’t my thing.

Mind you, I don’t begrudge people their resolutions; I’m not sure I understand why people wait until the beginning of the year when any time of year is a perfectly fine time to start doing something good for yourself.  But I can’t help but wonder if those resolutions would stay in place longer if people didn’t feel such pressure to make them known and then define their starting point.  As  in so many things, Marketing seems to have reaped the most benefit from the New Year’s Resolution.

Still, if folks could spread their resolutions out over the year it sure would be appreciated.

Knitting Frenzy

knitcupWell, it’s holiday time and the mug pictured above (a gift from my daughter) gives you a pretty good idea about my current mindset.  Since everyone is always clamoring for one of my knitted items, I decided to leverage those requests into some knitted Christmas gifts.

One of the biggest problems with this is that I’m not a very speedy knitter. You would think that after all these years of knitting I would be able to churn out woollies like some sort of a machine, but that is just not the case. I also have a touch of ADD, causing me to get a few too many things on the needles at once causing a certain amount of mental overload.

In spite of all that, knitted gifts are a great time to raid my stash which grew substantially fatter last spring with the closing of a great local yarn store.  As a fiber junkie it’s impossible for me to resist a yarn sale, and they are a great opportunity to stock up on luxury yarns I can’t otherwise afford.   One of my projects is a pair of fingerless gloves knitted from some yummy Louisa Harding Kimono Angora which is super expensive, but perfect for a small project. The hand painted Debbie Bliss SoHo is another one of those yarns that I could never afford to use for an entire sweater, but makes a gorgeous hat. And of course I have to mention the hand dyed Suri Alpaca I purchased from one of my favorite online yarn stores…too pricey for an entire sweater, but as a scarf it’s just heavenly.

At the end of the day, it’s a win-win for everyone; my friends and family get luxuriously warm handmade gifts, and I get to justify my yarn habit.  I’m going to go knit something now.

Java Hell

Yes, I know…. I have been really lame about keeping up with my blog, but I have an excuse of sorts.  The first part of a two-part Java class (which is required for my degree program) has been totally kicking my butt and causing massive consumption of my free brain time.  It seems to use a completely different mental skill set than networking, and I now have a  better appreciation for all the weird programmer jokes I’ve heard over the years.  I also have a better understanding of how in the world there can possibly be so much crappy software out there.

Java is such a strange mix of English and math that I get confused about where one ends and the other begins; there are just too many classes and methods and brackets.  I understand the need and the logic of it, but the amount of code that goes into one little command or output is mind-boggling to me and I lose patience with it.  It seems like an agonizing process to go through for such a tiny bit of information.

The good news is that I have had a fair number of math classes, so I am not struggling with such terms as ‘variable’ and ‘order of operations’; some of the people in my class are way more lost than I am, but that’s cold comfort for someone who is shooting for a 4.0.  In desperation I went out and purchased “Java Programming for Dummies”, which did help me to understand some of the more difficult concepts.

The other thing that is at least somewhat comforting is the fact that I have pretty much figured out how the compiler works.  The professor is having us use the Eclipse IDE which, as someone in my Linux group said, is like trying to learn to drive a stick shift on a Maserati.  The professor is a nice lady whose classes I have taken before, and she’s very patient with me, especially given her huge class load.

I’ll be awfully glad when the programming classes are done.

Barn Raising Part 3

Well, after weeks of planning, sweating, laughing and swearing the barn is complete, and I am just thrilled with the way it turned out.In terms of “sweat equity” we did pretty well.  All of the lumber is rough cut and came from a sawmill in Sloansville, NY.  The front door was something we found discarded along the road, and the windows are old reclaimed sashes from my brother the contractor.  The vintage hardware for the big sliding door is a garage sale find for fifteen bucks.  The most expensive part of the whole project was the roof; we ordered custom lengths of tin so there would be no cutting involved.  Pretty cool!

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