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Spring?

February pulled it’s traditional trick, hinting at spring – sunny but cold days, light breezes, minimal rain and convinced several people in the family that it was time to start working again. I warned everyone I could, reminding them that true spring wouldn’t show up for at least 3 more month, and that March was going to be like a club to the back of the head, but I wasn’t heeded.
The first day back on the site was cold but dry. Dad started back on the plumbing he’d left in October, Simon completed the framing on all the windows in the house and Mom and I worked on cutting out the doorways and windows. With most of the exterior sheathed and the rest covered in house wrap, the inside of the structure was very dark and very cold.

From 2011 Feb

Dad spent several hours with the skill-saw, notching out the path of the sewer line in the studs, to the point that it looked suspiciously like nothing but a sliver was holding up the south-east corner of the house.

From 2011 Feb

Being perpetually short on ladders, I constructed a rickety scaffold with the two extremely funky saw horses and some scrap 2×10. Using a Sawsall directly above your head is never fun, but considerably less fun when your footing is only semi secure. Mom stood by to act as a soft landing ground, should I loose my footing.

From 2011 Feb

Simon did not spend the whole day staring wistfully into space, this photo might actually be the only second he was still for the 6 hours we were at the property. He started on the second floor and quickly finished all the cripples and headers for the partically framed windows. He finished up with the window right next to the entry way and Mom and I decided actually putting a window in would be the best way to end the day.

From 2011 Feb

We wrapped the frame with strips of house wrap and Mom dug through our window pile to find the right window.

From 2011 Feb

Inserting it and securing it went so quickly, I didn’t have time to document the actual event.

From 2011 Feb

Instead I just snuck in and pretended like I had helped.

From 2011 Feb

Moving forward

As fall has set in, we’ve slowed down – school started again and Si went back to money making efforts. We got the roof framed and tar papered before the rain started, though the day we finished the final roof, Si and I were on the roof until 7:30, the sun going down and a light drizzle starting. Climbing down a 25 foot extension ladder in dusk with all our tools wasn’t fun.

We pushed ourselves, right to the end, so when our house sit on island ended and we came back to Seattle, everyone needed a breather.

Since the last post a lot has happened.

Some of it involved clowning around

From 2010 all summer

But to the large extent it was just hard work. We have no photos of the framing of the second floor – dad and Si were working 10 hour days to get the roof up before school started again and I was stuck in Seattle, making the money.

From 2010 sept

I had a 2 week period between jobs and stayed with the men, working on framing the roof and taking photos.

From 2010 sept
From 2010 sept

I spent several days up in the rafters, staining the exposed framing while dad and Si put up roof joists.

From 2010 sept

There was a lot of time spent kicking it up in the rafters, it took enough effort to get up and down that unless it was an emergency, it was easier to just stay up.

From 2010 sept
From 2010 sept
From 2010 sept

After many, many trips up and down various ladders

From 2010 sept

We had a roof

From 2010 sept

Everyone was pretty frazzled, but pleased

From 2010 sept

Si did a jig

From 2010 sept

This is where we are now

From 2010 all summer

Actually, we are even further along now, but you get the idea. Obviously many things have happened since the last post. I will attempt to catch you up.

First, we finished building the forms for the stem wall and footing.

From 2010 pouring concrete

This the morning of the pour, Simon is in the process of sawing out the hole in the form for the sewer line.

A giant pumping truck stuffed itself down our drive and drove right up to the site. The first concrete truck showed up soon after.

From 2010 pouring concrete
From 2010 pouring concrete

The hose from the pumper could reach all the way around the form, so there was no shoveling of concrete to do, much to Simon’s relief.

From 2010 pouring concrete

Once the truck got in place and started pumping, we didn’t stop moving until the concrete ran out.

From 2010 pouring concrete

Dad ran the hose, Simon agitated the fresh concrete while Jon, my mom and I followed behind, smoothing the top with trowels and moving excess concrete around.
The second truck load of concrete filled the form to the top and we started setting J bolts and making sure the top was level.

From 2010 pouring concrete

Despite the sweet tool Si made for sighting the depth of the J bolts, many of them ended up a little wonky.

From 2010 pouring concrete
From 2010 pouring concrete

Luckily we have an angle grinder, a roto-hammer and gorilla glue.

We ended the day totally exhausted, though less than we would have been without Jon, who left too soon to be rewarded with a beer.

From 2010 pouring concrete

We have a mascot

We call him Sam, which is most likely not his name, but he doesn’t have a tag.

From 2010 Stemwall form

He generally shows up at the work site after we’ve been there for an hour or so. He announces his presence by “buzzing the tower” as Si calls it. This involves dashing out of the woods and tearing past you, just inches from your legs, making a quick turn several feet after passing and racing back on your other side. Eventually he’ll calm down and just hang out, he likes to follow me around the work site, putting his head just within petting range. I am completely smitten.

From 2010 Stemwall form

Si is charmed by Sam’s antics as well,

From 2010 S Island views

he loves a strategic look out,

From 2010 S Island views

Which I often find very distracting.

From 2010 S Island views

But who can blame me? Have you looked at that face?!

And then there was digging

And yea it was boring and lame. So I’m going to gloss over it.

From 2010 Stemwall form
From 2010 Stemwall form

After most of the hand digging was completed, we started placing the 20 foot 2x8s that would create the form for the footing. Because the house is not a 20 foot by 20 foot square, we had to cut boards to fit and piece them together with scabs. As we put the pieces together, we also had to keep the entire form at the appropriate height. Dad set up the transit level and we began the long and annoying process of leveling the form while whaling on it with hammers, digging under it and pounding in stakes next to it.

From 2010 Stemwall form

The rules were as follows:
The space between the boards needed to be 12″
Each board had to be level the whole 20′ and continue being level around corners and through being scabbed to additional boards.

From 2010 Stemwall form

(and there was more digging, naturally)
Cleats had to be set every 4 feet and at each corner, each one being squared to the inside board.
Rebar had to be placed within the forms, wired from the cleats to hang no less than 3 inch above the ground or from the exterior boards. Each new piece of rebar had to overlap with the previous piece by at least 18 inches and had be bent around corners.
Bending rebar is a job best done with 2 people, though it’s hard to convince Si of that.

From 2010 Stemwall form

The semi completed form looks like this

From 2010 Stemwall form

We spent several weekends getting just this bottom part of the form put together.
And there was more digging, of course.

From 2010 Stemwall form

Operation Foundation Part 1

None of us were aware or prepared for the magnitude of the “by hand” portion of the foundation work. We began this huge under taking by stock piling a seemingly endless list of materials and tools needed to simply make liquid rock sit still long enough and strong enough to plop a house atop.
Our trusty Ford “Bruno” set to hauling load after load of rebar, 3/4 inch plywood sheets, j-bolts, cleats, mono-straps, scabs, blocks and braces, stakes and of course, my horse shoe set and snacks.

From The new truck pulls it's weight

We have only weekends and my occasional solo labor during the school year as Greg (or “the right honorable captain Greg sir” as I refer to him) is head teacher all week at an elementary school.
As a result, the footing and stemwall form construction moves slow with gaps of three to seven days. This is difficult because the flow of work is interrupted and there are many hours of hauling tools and trying to remember where one might have left off last week, along with being already exhausted from our week of regular work. No matter though, most weekend mornings find us with energy and high spirits, mostly due to coffee consumption on the part of the right honorable, captain Greg sir and myself.
As the days go by, we draw closers to a foundation, which, you must admit, sounds like a pretty good way to start a house. It seems like, with that accomplished, statistically speaking, we have a wonderful chance of putting a house on it. This excites me and pushes me on. It has, is and will be a hard damn project, but it was too late to back down when I was divining for our water line and getting sawdust in my undies. Forward brave Foster-Rainwater-Martins. We are not turned away by a challenge, but embrace it with full hearts.

From 2010 operation foundation

(A crappy picture for a kinda crappy day)

Lumber delivery

Saturday the four of us piled into two cars and headed to Vashon, leaving one car at Fauntleroy and stuffed ourselves into the big truck for the island part of the drive. We brought over the load of scavenged wood Dad and Forrest had picked up the other day and did a run at the local lumber yard.

Getting the load ready for the ride

The weather was beautiful and the ferry was as swift and majestic as it can be when you aren’t commuting on it. Squeezing into the truck wasn’t easy, but it was fun watching dad menace the oncoming traffic with our massive grill. The unloading went quickly and we then headed off to the Island Lumber, to check out their stash of 20 foot 2x10s and 2x12s.

Got there safe

The lumber was beautiful, clean and all fir. The lumber yard guy was happy to leave his forklift with a palet of lumber on it for us to pick through, though the boards were so nice, there was barely any need to.

Loading up

Passing it up

Dad told me this afternoon he was so excited about the quality of wood he hardly slept last night, thinking about it. We offloaded the fresh lumber and headed back into Seattle before the sun started to set.