Remodel 8: Window Treatments

I appreciate Cousin Lucy having congratulated us on our perseverance re: the remodel. The process was arduous. That is an understatement. And I should not say "was" because the process is not over. Just today the "window treatments" were concluded.

 Note the wierd treatment.  Yes, the treatment "gathers" both at the top and at the bottom.  So you can close them up from the floor or down from the top.  Closing them down from the top requires however that you first gather them up from the floor.  I don’t think I will ever figure these things out
 
Here is the treatment the other way around.  With the right side gathered down and the left side gathered in the middle.  And yes an observant person may have noted in the previous pic what appears to be a jacuzzi.  We bought it last year and I don’t think I have mentioned it because owning a jacuzzi is a violation of my self-concept.  Right now it isn’t working. So I feel free to mention it.

Here, just for kicks the treatment is gathered in the middle.  These are black out treatments and when you close them, the place gets really dark.  This would not be necessary in other parts of the world, but for legal reasons too complicated to go into here the condo complex is way over lit.

Remodel 7: Nearing the end

Five weeks! And yesterday finally the carpenter/contractor left for good.  Though I am sure he will be back for something or other.

Below, our monstrous 50 inch plasma by Panasonic.  We were told that if we watched this TV eight hours a day that it would last for 22 years.  My damn TV is going to outlive me.  Though maybe, upon retirement, I will do nothing but watch TV and so kill off my TV before I drop dead.

 
The 50 inch again, giving however a slightly better sense of its vast dimensions.

 
To the left in the image above you can see Louise hanging on the wall.  Below a more direct representation of Louise.
 
 
We bought Louise in a shop in Greenville, SC spring of 08.  She is made of recycled materials.
 
Here our carpenter/contractor helps us adjust Birth Day Girl.  We bought her at a craft’s fair in the Georgia Dome on our very first trip back to SC in 1993.  I apologized to our contractor for requiring of him a task not befitting his professional status.  He said he had done worse.
 
In the above, one perhaps did not notice that Birthday Girl’s head–what with all she has on her mind–was beginning to bend at the neck.  Our carpenter fixed the problem with a piece of metal down her spine.  Above she looks straight ahead.
 
 
Look, ma, no knobs.
We got a new stove or maybe it’s called a "range."  The old stove was there when we moved in in 1993.  The oven was beyond cleaning.  The broiler half worked.  If you forgot and didn’t put whatever you were cooking under the element that worked…well…your stuff would come out half cooled.  Also occasionally the elements on the top would slip out of their sockets and I would stand there waiting for the butter to melt and couldn’t figure out why that wasn’t happening.
 
 
This stove or range scares me to death.  I am afraid I will scratch the ceramic top or go off and forget a pan on the heat and melt it right into the ceramic top.
 
We also got a new washer and dryer.  Both "electrolux" like the range.  This is supposed to be a quality product made in Denmark and utilizing no Chinese parts.  We heard from the electrician of a woman who had an electrolux dryer that lasted for 42 years. We weren’t going to buy these appliances until the contractor heard the noise coming from our dryer and said he was concerned it might catch on fire.
 
Clearly the dryer will outlast me.

Remodel 6: Progress of the Accent Wall

Maybe three years ago we had a slab leak that flooded our living room and destroyed the carpet.  With the insurance money we got a new carpet and repainted the living area to include an "accent wall."  I had never heard of such a thing and wasn’t entirely in favor of it.  But overtime the idea has grown on me.

Below the old accent wall with the old fake fireplace:

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Old accent wall, now demolished, dry wall ready for new paint.

Further prep for paint.

 

Paint on accent wall.

Accent wall with granite trim,

Pretty cool. We have yet to fire up the fake fire place.  We need to read the instructions.

 

Remodel 3: Countertops

We are 12 days now out of our little condo.  Lord knows when we will get back in.

But the counter tops were set with no problems, yesterday…let’s see, that would be Monday.

Below: the old tile previously on the counter top.  These tiles were described to us by a person who does tile as "distressed." Probably a polite way of saying "really crappy."

The new granite counter top below.
Not yet distressed.

 

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Remodel 2

The most immediate cause for the remodel was this last winter. We were cold. Not East Cold, but California cold. Bad enough. These places weren’t built for any sort of weather.

One might ask, why didn’t you turn up the heat. Well, basically, we don’t have any; just a little gas fireplace made mostly for decorative purposes.

And then in the ceiling an electrical grid of some kind, put in back in the day when the supply of electricity (1973) was supposed to be infinite according to the nuclear industry.

We never could get that grid to work; or let’s say the only way to get it to work was to turn it on full blast. Then the heat, radiating down from the ceiling was intolerable; one felt like a cupcake baking in an oven.

So that left us with the decorative gas fireplace and multiple layers of shirts and sweaters.

After that winter, we knew we had to replace the windows. They are single paned and framed with aluminum. If you put your hand on one, you could feel the cold.

Old Window: not the aluminum trim and the clever use of socks to control the blinds.

 

New Window going in.

So we got Milgard windows (the only kind approved by the condo association for retrofitting). We got super-duper ones, dual panes, and with a tint that cuts down on the sort of sun light that fades things. They are so energy efficient that we will qualify for a 1500 dollar tax rebate from the federal government.

 New Window almost in place.

They are in now. They look pretty cool. We have a number of neighbors ask, where did you get those? Turns out we were not the only ones who felt the cold this last winter.

Also we are getting the decorative heater replaced with a heater that heats. It has a fan and can you believe a remote control thermostat. So we can sit on our asses on the sofa and turn the heater up and down. Or off.

New Window: Outside View

 

Back In South Carolina

On this date, June 20, Carol and I have been for the last three years (2006, 2007, 2008) back in South Carolina. Each occasion marked a kind of transition–the burial of a father, then a mother, and then a family reunion. They weren’t of course all the same kind of transition. Had we been back there this year at our regular time, we might have experienced the big windstorm that hit Laurens County and knocked down trees right and left near Addie and Ed, and Janet and Bobbo, and also near Emily. They got hit pretty hard and I think the juice was out for three days.

The bi costal Tingle clan has been hit by fire in the west, winds in the east. What’s next?

This year, while we are in CA and not SC, Carol and I are going through a different kind of transition.

We are remodeling our condo. We have lived in it since 1993 and none nothing by way of upgrade, except what was forced upon us by a slab leak that destroyed the living room rug and provided the pretext, as well as some insurance money, towards getting a new carpet and some new paint.

This time we are going whole hog. The whole place will get a new coat of paint and the kitchen is being redone.

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We have had to move out completely. Everything is stacked in the garage or piled on the back deck under plastic tarp.

I doubt we would have decided to do all we have decided to do had neighbors not said we could camp out on their condo while they take a two week vacation.

So that’s where we are now. Camped out in another condo. I can’t find anything and the cat is going nuts.

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I miss South Carolina and all the folks back there.

 

Guys is Dum

I blame it on Homer Simpson. He was the "iconic" (God, I hate that word) archetype of the turn of the 21st century, and Homer never had a comfortable relationship with his brain.

But he was the tip of the iceberg of ads featuring dumb guys. The classic was of course the idiot trying to make guacamole by throwing a whole avocado into a blender and watching vacant eyed as the thing bounced about.

Since guys run the show I figured this "guys is dum" thing marked some sort of ideological shift or new tactic in the ongoing war between the sexes, as in don’t blame me for being cruel, insensitive, or simply brutal because I am too DUM to know better.

But now it appears the ad guys have bought their own line.

Coors is touting as a major breakthrough in beer drinking science a can that tells the booze hound when his beer is sufficiently cold. Talk about DUM. Whatever happened–I don’t know–to grabbing the beer in your hand to see if it was cold enough. I have got to believe experienced beer drinkers have no trouble doing that and if they are really experience they really don’t care if it’s cold enough. I mean are guys going to sit around peering into the frig waiting for the beer to tell them it is cold enough.

And just as idiotic, or even more so, is a razor that has some sort of strip on it that tells the guy using the razor when he needs to replace it with a new razor. Whatever happened–I don’t know–to applying the razor to your face and if it feels as if you are shaving your face with sandpaper, well, maybe you ought to get a new one. That’s how I have always decided that I needed another razor and I have had no problems doing it.

Guys are now so DUM that they can’t even trust their own senses.

One guy writing on the consumer society argued that it (and its diverse forms of advertising) tends to make people dependent and doubtful about their own intuition. This new beer can and this new razor would appear instances of that claim.

And there’s something going on here too about the nature of the decision making process–probably too complicated to go into here. But signs on cans and razors that tell you when the can is cold enough or the razor is worn out save a person the trouble, I guess it is, of deciding on the basis of experience and the sense of touch whether the beer is cold enough or the razor is worn out. It’s better, I guess, and less painful just to have your razor tell you it is worn out rather than make that painful decision all on one’s own.

Bad News Bad News

I have got to stop reading the paper. I can’t seem to do so, though. Maybe I will just have to cancel the damn thing.

I sit with my first coffee and read a huge headline to the effect: Massive Budget Cuts Proposed.

The people of the state just the other day voted down every damn one of the initiatives on a special ballot designed to produce more revenue or to redirect some revenue already on hand towards rescuing the state from its financial morass. A projected debt of about 22 billion, which might mean, if money is not found, that the state will stop paying its bills this July.

The people did pass one punitive and purely retributional measure saying that those in government cannot give themselves a raise during a time of budget crisis.

Fine. The legislators deserved it. But rage and retribution are no substitute for reason.

Also on the front page, an opinion piece making three recommendations for recovery and I agree with each one.

A) Get rid of the law that requires a two-thirds majority to pass laws having to do with taxation. This law has produced a bottled neck, allowing a minority of rabid, reactionary right-wingers to block any sensible taxes or even tax reform. These lunatics have apparently taken a blood oath to never again raise any tax, no matter what.

B) Get rid of term limits. I remember when this utterly stupid idea swept the nation back, I don’t know when, thinking: Term limits? What do we need those for. We already have "term limits;" those are called elections and that is when you vote out people you don’t want and in the people you do want. So, now because of those term limits, the legislators are constantly churned. They can’t build up the knowledge necessary to really work the machine or to build up those alliances that might actually move it in another direction. Additionally, because they are always new, they seem more prone to giving into special interests. Term limits has built idiocy and a lack of commitment to any long term vision right into the system.

C) Over turn and get rid of all remnants of Proposition 13. Hard to remember that one–Prop 13, clear back in the late 70’s; but that was the grand daddy of them all, the tax payer revolution, with California once again out in the forefront and leading the rest of the nation straight to perdition. Prop. 13 was the beginning of the wave that crested when Ronald Regan (another California idiot) came to office and claimed that believing in government and what it could do was unpatriotic.

Will any of these recommendations come into being. Not likely.

Jeez, reading those recommendations was like a trip down bad memory lane.