The ceiling is finally finished! I could sing and dance and drink until I fall down!
The husband unit and I spent the entire day preparing the dining room and living room for painting and then he painted the ceiling. It was after sunset once he was finished but it was as if a weight was lifted off of our shoulders.
In the next couples days I’ll begin painting the trim, doors, and window frames. They’re all going to stay white — I’m simply trying to bring them to a cleaner look since they likely haven’t been touched up in decades. The new door is likely to take a considerable amount of work but I’m determined to conquer it. My goal, though ambitious since I’ll have to work alone and in-between other obligations from here on out, is to have all of the painting done in a week.
Tonight, however, I’ll revel in this major milestone reached!
I’ve been plotting how best to avenge my lost time from the lengthy ceiling repair. I may be making a mistake, but I’ve decided that I’m going to repair the leaking walls in the breakfast nook and storage room myself. Yeah, I know, it’s crazy.
The guy who was originally going to work on it stopped be a couple days ago and told me that he’s learned that someone actually dug out behind the walls and did the exact thing he was planning on doing just five years ago. So, to me, that sounds like it isn’t where the problem is coming from. This sent me off on a quest to learn what my other options were. After some research and a bit of poking around in the rooms in question, I’ve found that not only is the inside of the wall in the breakfast nook not sealed, but neither rooms have floor edging installed.
The latter was a bit of a eureka moment for me. The last time we had a major downpour, these two rooms leaked and it seemed like all the water was coming from the bottom edge of the walls rather than the walls themselves.
I’m theorizing that I can tear down the sheet rock that’s covering the center blocks in the breakfast nook, seal the wall there as well as in the storage room, and install some edging in order to seal off the leak coming from the soil outside. Additionally, I’m playing with the idea of laying some faux stone tiles on the wall we’re taking the sheet rock off of. My hope is the mortar will add an extra layer of protection against the oncoming floods.
This could be a major waste of time and resources. On the other hand, it may be crazy enough to work.
Either way, it’s an amazing, hands-on learning experience for me.
Now that I have my primer, paint brushes, and everything else I need, I’m severely anxious for the ceiling to be finished. However, it still isn’t!
Tonight’s the night according to the man who has been working on it for the last week and a half. I have a whole run down of when and in what order everything else will need to be done and it completely hinges on this guy sticking to his word. Don’t get me wrong, his work so far is amazing and everyone says he’s the best. However, it’s slightly frustrating when I keep tripping over stacked up furniture or am being woken up by grumpy cats declaring their freedom in order to return to the front of the house.
In the meantime, I’ve been trying to keep myself busy with other tasks such as getting my deadbolts installed — finally. One would think I’d be in a bit more of a rush with this after the meat man incident, however I don’t have the right tools to do it on my own. Since a deadbolt has never been installed in either of the exterior doors before, I required a special attachment on my drill to make the holes in the door and door frame.
A really sweet guy from my grandpa’s lumber mill came out to help me. Seriously, this guy went above and beyond.
The front deadbolt went in without any issues, however once he started working on the side door (an old windowed door leading from the living room out onto our porch) all hell started breaking loose. Not only is the old door thinner and more fragile than the newer one, but it also appears that someone once knocked it in and then hastily repaired the outer edge of it. A strip of wood was attached to the edge of the door, which cracked and splintered under the pressure of the screws and drilling.
Needless to say, it rendered the deadbolt a bit useless was wasn’t the safest door to have on the outside of the house. After working with the door for awhile in attempts to reinforce it, the guy flew off to find a better solution. Honestly, at this point I was a little bummed because I was afraid I’d lose my adorable, antique windowed door. My obsession with natural light is going to get me into trouble one day, I swear!
Before I knew it, he’d returned with a new door. He led me over to the back of his truck to see it and I was beyond ecstatic to see that it was another old, windowed door like the one that was ready to be laid to rest! We hung it up after reaping the old one, switched out the knobs, and reinstalled the deadbolt. It needs a bit of cleaning and some paint, but this door is one handsome gentleman!
To make things even better, I’m left with the old door. Though too broken to use as a secure threshold, it’s still beautiful and can be used in a project or two in order to stay apart of this darling old country home!
To say that Virginia mountain weather is unpredictable is like saying that plants are nice to look at. Although it’s an accurate statement, it doesn’t really cover the insanity that occasionally brings in thundersnow. But with the illness-inducing mood swings of Mother Nature, there’s amazing days that come along.
Which is why I’m sunburned in February.
The out-of-nowhere 70 degree weather (it was literally in the 20s two days before) was the first opportunity the husband and I had to sit out on our porch in our chairs and enjoy our new view. It was the perfect way to celebrate his return from the predictably frozen Rocky Mountains! I couldn’t resist throwing on a tank top and flipflops and working on getting the extensive weeds out of my garden beds. Despite the fact that my mother lectured me my entire life on the importance of sunscreen, the thought to put some on never crossed my mind (not that I could even find any in the half unpacked, half piled up furniture mess that is my home at the moment) especially since it is February. I mean, who gets a sunburn in the mountains in February.
The sun was worth it, though.
And, as my grandpa said when he saw me, I look good with some color in my cheeks.