Last week we had a really windy, rainy day. I got an ominous call while at work: “Your bedroom windows are leaking. What do you want me to do about it?”
Apparently “Bob” had come in for the day and noticed a puddle on the luan under my bedroom windows (water stains, now):
He opened up the wall to find that there was no weather sheathing between the siding and the foam layer. He also later asked around from people in the profession when the house was built in 1987 (by the Army), and found out that none of them have sheathing beyond 4 feet from any corner. So this is due to cheap construction. Although I’m kind-of impatient to see my floor start going in, I’m also quite glad we found this out before it did.
So the windows had to come out. He replaced them with nice vinyl ones (mullion strips are on order), but they’re apparently slightly smaller than the originals. I pitched a small fit because these windows face the lake, and that view is one of the reasons I bought the place. I said if I had to have *smaller* windows, then by Gawd I was going to have *more* windows, to make up for it.
Being the accomodating individual he is, “Bob” procured two more, and has been framing out where they will go. Basically that entire side of the room will be all windows. Which I imagine the cats will appreciate:
While we’re at it, and since that room is functionally my master bedroom, he and I agreed that it needs a pocket door into the adjacent bathroom. Here’s the bedroom wall where it will go:
Here’s the bathroom side:
Sunny, of course, supervises all work done on the house, as well as its documentation:
We had a small mishap on Tuesday, when *someone* (who should have known better since he was the one who wrote the warning on the treads) accidentally stepped too close to the edge of the bottom one and snapped it off (hence the post title):
Although I am pretty comfortable in my temporary downstairs bedroom, I *am* looking forward to getting my house back… eventually… I hope…