Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Plane or Spicy?
Not getting much done these days. Tell you the truth I come home from work and I am tired, physically, mentally and of working on this damn place. Bit of a shake up at school this year, makes us non-tenure nervous until next years contract is in hand. Signed mine today, 4 years with the school so now I have tenure, guess I can relax. Hope that security helps me chill and work on the house more. Spent hours installing the hall closet door, the last big thing to be done before I can wrap up, texture and paint. It never should have taken this long, but some times simple things just go far slower than you ever thought. Had to build my own jams again to allow us to reuse another of the doors we removed. Heck I could have gone and bought a new one but to get the level of quality in these old doors we would be out $100 and it would still be made of compressed sawdust.
Given how out of plumb the wall is I had to improvise. The wall leans out so the door jam had to tip in. This resulted in a horrible trim situation in the future. If I put the sheet rock on as is trimming would be a nightmare. Walking the hall any deviations would jump out and beat you about the head like a carnie with a sack of nickles. I went round and round but decided to taper the studs to get the sheetrock to lay right rather than taper the jam which would give you horrible sight lines when the door was closed. Sounds easier than it was to accomplish. I dug up an old inside corner rabbet plane, sharpened it up and had at it. As you can see from the shavings pile, it took a while. Nostalgic in a way, using a plane about the same vintage as the house for such a utilitarian task. Just the way the original hillbillies who built this place would have done it. I hope the spirits of my inbreeding brethren are pleased, well maybe not after they read this.
Given how out of plumb the wall is I had to improvise. The wall leans out so the door jam had to tip in. This resulted in a horrible trim situation in the future. If I put the sheet rock on as is trimming would be a nightmare. Walking the hall any deviations would jump out and beat you about the head like a carnie with a sack of nickles. I went round and round but decided to taper the studs to get the sheetrock to lay right rather than taper the jam which would give you horrible sight lines when the door was closed. Sounds easier than it was to accomplish. I dug up an old inside corner rabbet plane, sharpened it up and had at it. As you can see from the shavings pile, it took a while. Nostalgic in a way, using a plane about the same vintage as the house for such a utilitarian task. Just the way the original hillbillies who built this place would have done it. I hope the spirits of my inbreeding brethren are pleased, well maybe not after they read this.
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The carnie comment was priceless. And congrats on your tenure!! Very good.
We know how it goes to be tired of your house. We haven't done any real work ours for a while, as you know. It IS tiring...
Wonder what we'll do when it's time to texture. Hmmm.
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We know how it goes to be tired of your house. We haven't done any real work ours for a while, as you know. It IS tiring...
Wonder what we'll do when it's time to texture. Hmmm.
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