Charlie took apart (understatement) our flag stone patio to make way for coming additions to the house.
I asked him to save the stone of the approximately 96 square foot terrace so I could use it for another project.
Due to brick trim, planters and other allowances I knew we had a good 80 square feet of randomly shaped stone to use for a round patio in the back of the yard. I just wanted a place for a couple of chairs and maybe a small table which might inspire a dejeuner sur l’herbe.
I wanted to figure out how big a round patio might be. Recalling my geometry I know the area of a circle is calculated from the equation πr2 or 3.14 times the radius of the circle squared.
The equation: 80 square feet = 3.14 X r X r can be solved by dividing both sides by 3.14.
Which produces: 25.477 = r X r.
More simply: 25 = r X r, so r = 5.
Now I know I should have enough stone for a 5 foot radius (10 foot diameter) circle.
Now I need to find the perfect place to lay out my 10 foot (or less) diameter circle.
Do you remember anything about geometry? Or algebra? Or did you tell you teacher, “I’ll never use this!”
In case no one has figured this out Charlie is the talker, the wheeler dealer, the make it happen guy. He loves talking on the telephone.
Two years ago we had a big dead tree that needed to be taken down. It still needs to come down but now I’m ready to proceed so Charlie is once again calling for estimates. Two years ago I was looking for a price under $1,000. It seems we’ll be lucky to come in under $2,000.
The tree is way too big for us to even consider doing ourselves. If it would fall wrong or one of us get injured that would be devastating. The one thing I insist upon is that the tree removal team be insured.
Since we have more or less been ignoring the area under the tree Charlie has a bit of work to do before the tree fellers get to work.
We lost an oak tree in the front yard in the front yard in 2012 which was taken down in a joint effort by the local electric company and the county. Now we have 2 more oak trees which seem to have the same fate.
Apparently in Maryland there is a serious disease killing the oak trees: Oak Wilt. Unfortunately the dead trees are dangerously close to our house and hang over power lines so they will have to come down in the near future.
I came home from work one afternoon to find one element of our gallery wall lying on the kitchen island.
As I was getting ready to rehang it Charlie told me it (the frame) was broken.
That’s no problem,
I can fix a small frame with glue.
When I asked how it happened that the frame, which is hanging over 6-feet off the floor, fell down, this is the story I heard.
Charlie was making a grilled cheese sandwich and used an oversized pan lid. The lid got so hot that it started to smoke and set off all the smoke alarms in the house. The smoke alarms were screaming “FIRE!, FIRE!” and a siren was going off.
To try and stop the mayhem (instead of turning on the kitchen exhaust fan) Charlie fanned the alarm in the mudroom with a towel. He must have really been waving that thing because the picture which was over six feet away was knocked off the wall.
It must have been quite a scene. Anyway, this frame was easy to glue back together because its maker (it looks totally handmade) numbered the joints so I just matched the numbers after putting a small bead of Gorilla superglue on each.
The picture, a pencil drawing which I had done in college, just slips into the back and holds there mostly by friction.
I hung it back up and told Charlie all about our EXHAUST FAN.
Since we changed the location of both the back and front entrances to house, we took down the ironwork that was holding up the small roofs over the stoops.
This ironwork may or may not have been original to the house but it was there when I purchased The Glade in 1997. (The house was built in 1946 and the ironwork may have been added in the 1960s.)
Charlie dismantled the porches as he was our main demolition guy. (I wanted him to do the deconstruct rather than the contractor so there would be more care and less destruction. I’m sure it was the right thing to do.)
From time to time I have listed the ironwork from the porches on Craigslist hoping someone would want it.
Our purpose was not so much to make money but to have these large, awkward, heavy pieces hauled away.
Fast forward to yesterday a man came for the scrolly supports for a garden he’s constructing for his wife. He was delighted that it is the heavy old style iron instead of look-alike aluminum.
We ended up letting him have the ironwork for $25. He’s happy; we’re happy.
In Les Miserables the rebels pledged themselves to hold the barricade.
I, on the other hand, pledge to tear down this barricade just outside the master bedroom French doors at The Glade.
Even though the deck has not yet been built nor a railing erected, the French door barricade makes egress from this room in case of an emergency difficult. (I would need a ladder to get over the barricade.)
I climbed out onto the balcony to see just how the barricade was held on. (Could have been with screws which is what I expected.)
Instead it was pinned with staples or pneumatic finish nails.
I went back inside and began to bang it with the heaviest hammer I could lift.
Free at last!
Are you a careful dismantler? Or a hammer and crow bar barbarian?
I thought Charlie would have continued with this project while I moved on to other issues since he apparently knew that’s what we’re waiting for.
Since that’s not the case I’m (once again) focusing on DIY drywall installation. Charlie had been held up by a ceiling piece which he needed help configuring. (I’m good at that part, configuring.)
So when I went into the master bathroom hallway to see how the drywall should be notched for the ceiling I realized there was something there that should be removed even before we restarted drywalling.