Showing posts with label basement. Show all posts
Showing posts with label basement. Show all posts

Saturday, May 15, 2010

A: Rubbermaid tubs and Shop-Vacs

Q: What saved us this week?
Someone once said a picture is worth a thousand words. These shots may give you a better idea of what I found Thursday morning when I ran down to get a frozen dinner for lunch at work.

Um, we had been getting torrential rains...and so was the basement. 

The water was coming in from the ground under the Bilco cellar doors...

and the foundation walls...

Can you see why I'm a Rubbermaid fan? 
(Note: I've been branded since I was a little kiddo because my dad's company makes molds for Rubbermaid but now I have renewed admiration and appreciation for the plastic maker for keep our stuff dry.)

  And here is why we love our Wet-Dry Shop-Vac, Big Blue. 

 And, why I admire Chris and his water-removal skills. 

 To give you a better idea of the amount of rain we got this past week: this planter is about 2 ft wide and about 1.5 ft tall. It's half full of rain water...and it wasn't catching any water from the roof either. Downright soupy this week. We're still drying out. 


Wednesday, March 24, 2010

The Season of "Have-to-dos"

During a recent chat with my mom, she asked what our next project on the list was. I stated that we were now in the "Have-to-dos" stage. A few months ago, I wrote a social story called "My choices and My have-to-dos" for a little friend at work that went something like "I can choose who to play with at recess. That's my choice. I have to listen to my teacher. That's my have-to-do." 

Chris and I need one that is the more grown-up and homeowner-like version. "We can choose what duvet cover to put on the bed. That's our choice. We have to clean out the gutters and extend the downspouts. That's a have-to-do." This is just one of the many have-to-dos on the list.

During our house inspection last July (prior to closing), the inspector told us we'd need to extend the gutter downspouts because they ended right next to the house which could cause water seepage in the basement, especially since the dirt marvel of a driveway was slightly pitched toward the house. Um, did we listen and do this last fall. What? And not have this first-time homeowner experience to share? Ha! Gotta have something to blog about. So, you'll never guess what happened. The basement got a bit damp in a few corners. What corners you ask? If you guessed the ones with the short downspouts on their outside wall, give yourself a star. Doh!  

Here's a few pics of the downspout situation prior to attack of the homeowners...
Pretty sure the crumbling cement slide was not doing what was intended...(Opposite side from driveway) 

See how the limestone foundation looks kinda wet? It's because it is. See the little plastic extender tray? Pretty much just for show. 

I spy a problem, my gut tells me water is supposed to come out the end of the downspout, not up at the top...

Wasn't fibbin' was I? Wet limestone with a bit o' funk. What you can't see is the pond at the end of the tray. Any one for a swim?

So Sunday, huh? The sun was back out. The snow (oh, yes) was melted. It looked nice and warm outside in the afternoon. Well, let me tell you, looks are deceiving. But homeownership called and we answered. Yes, we. I was ladder-holder extraordinaire while Chris scooped slimy leaves and sludge out of the gutters with his bare hands. I was also diver-outer-of-the-way-of-said-sludge as the wind whipped it in directions not anticipated, kind of like dodgeball but with dirty brown heaps of goo. A few pics of the process...

 Thank goodness for neighbors with extension ladders (and lawn mowers, and painting tools, and the list goes on)! And husbands who are not afraid of heights or murky goo...

 See that in Chris' hand? That would be why he's the man of the house, because he handles the down-right dirty, manly jobs. 

 Yummy. This was only part of the treasure. When the bucket was full, it was raining "compost" on the flower beds.

We opted for an inexpensive temporary solution to extend the downspouts,  thanks to Home Depot. This spring/summer we plan to dig trenches to extend the downspouts underground prior to tackling the driveway. But for $16, the basement should stay a bit drier.
Look a bit like a bendy straw! Or enormous earthworms. I'm just waiting for the day I run one over...

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Our basement *spa*



Our house has two full bathrooms, which is pretty incredible given the geriatric status of our 105 year-old abode. Each bath is equipped with one cast-iron clawfoot bathtub...sans shower. However, we do have a limestone-walled basement shower...my mom told me that people pay big money for large, stone-walled, spa-like showers. 

During initial tours and final walkthroughs of our home, I said there is no way I'd ever shower in the basement. Never say never. I ate my words the first morning in the house after attempting to wash the moving-in day grime off by taking a bath upstairs the night before. The tub wouldn't stop draining and required serious ingenuity...a plastic dixie cup placed upside down over the drain (thank you, one semester of engineering) to complete the bathing task. 

We came downstairs the next morning to recenty-showered parents who informed us that they used the basement shower and it wasn't bad at all. I ran back upstairs, grabbed my towel and headed for the basement. It was actually quite fine...and you could watch for leaks in the plumbing throughout the entire basement while you showered. Multi-tasking at it's best. The shower was built into the space where the old cistern was taken out in 1949 (the date was recorded in new cement) and a 2-inch tall cement boundary to corral the water to the floor drain was added in 1957 (also inscribed). Using galvanized wire, c-hooks and a plastic, mildew-resistant shower curtain and hooks, I added a bit more privacy. 


Since this picture was taken, Chris painted the entire shower area and floor joists above the shower with bright-white specialized paint containing moldicide and mildicide. The shower chair did not come with the house. It was a thoughtful gift from Chris' mom because she was concerned he would hit his head on the floor joists...which he did a few times. 

I was talking with my family at our Thanksgiving party and gleaning lots of great ideas for house improvements and tricks of their trades. My Uncle Carl asked "Wait, you  (Keri) really shower down there?" to which I emphatically nodded yes. He was totally impressed..I beamed with pride. Whether you are horrified (common reaction observed) or impressed, we love this house and do what we have to until we can afford to redo/fix things how we want them to be. And...have great stories because of it.