So, the house reno moves forward. Slowly. And that's my fault. It's hard to find time to renovate when you have to cook dinner, help with homework, shuttle kids to activities, etc. My day is already packed - adding painting, packing, clearing, taping, etc. is difficult.
Two days ago, my dad and Ben took off the cedar shingles on our roof. The back side of our roof is black asphalt shingling, and the front is cedar shingles on top of green shingles. We wanted the back and the front to match. Dad put in 5 hours. Ben couldn't come over until after work, so he put in about 1 1/2 hours. Here are the results:
(A merry fire. I've always wanted to say "merry fire." It makes me feel so Louisa May Alcottish.)
As we all know, I'm going to be the one who cleans up this shingle mess. Because that's the theme of my marriage with Ben: He makes the messes. I clean them up. In fact, this seems to be the theme of my entire family. My kids make a mess; I clean it up. I achieved the very huge accomplishment of filling one contractor bag with tar paper yesterday. I'm rockin' it.
Originally, Ben and Dad were going to pull off the cedar shingles and also the asphalt shingles underneath, but after that night, my dad, covered in dust and unable to get his hands uncramped, said, "Screw it. Let's pay the roofing guys not only to put the new roof on, but to demo this asphalt. It's just way too hard." I agree. I scheduled with them yesterday - the green shingles come off tonight and the new ones go on tomorrow morning.
Our living room is still jacked up. We painted the trim a brighter white. The taping process is what takes FOREVER.
Ben made Micah a painting tape frisbee, which Micah promptly put his name on, complete with erroneous spelling.
We have a new curb and gutter:
Here's a "before" photo of the house with the green accents:
But I think when our roof is black, the grey door and accents will look good.
The sides of our fireplace had a very, very thin layer of cement on them, and it has crumbled in the past six years. Ben put these tiles on as a solution (I'm not sure I'm sold on this, either):
The seals on two of our windows are broken, and there was condensation in them. My dad took the windows to the glass place to see if we could order some new ones, and we were windowless for a couple of days:
And last, but certainly not least, Ben has installed a new doorbell. Ours has been broken for probably...six years? Yeah.