A Heavenly Tool

We decided to get a tile saw again, but NOT from Oxnard Home Depot.  I went to the rental yard at the Camarillo Home Depot.  I touched the tile saws and ran the platten back and forth and picked out the saw I wanted.  As I was telling the clerk my tale of woe, he said, "Do you want this brand new one?"  I looked where he was pointing and there was a shiny tile saw with tons of accessories.  Who knew tile saws had accessories?

We fired it up and it was nearly magical.  One of the accessories was a fence that made a big improvement in the speed of setting up the cuts.  We cut all new strips and the worst ones we cut on the new saw were better than 95% of the ones we cut on the old saw.

The Cubby

I am surprised it has taken this long, but in the past few weeks Lucy has discovered that she could sleep upstairs in her own little cubby hole when Poppa spends the night.  The cubby contains extra linens, blankets and pillows, which combine to make a very cuddly area for a little girl.

This area :

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turns into a sleeping nook :

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with special bedtime reading by Poppa.

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The Tile Saw From Hell

The last, biggest piece of our project left to do is the counter tops in the kitchen.  We long ago decided on granite for the counter tops mostly because the material is relatively inexpensive.  While the material isn’t expensive, the fabrication (cutting, shaping, polishing) is very expensive, like multiple thousands of dollars more expensive than the cost of the material.  So we decided to go with 24" by 24" granite tiles.  We figured we would be able to install them ourselves, if we were careful with the design.  For example, we designed the kitchen counters with angled corners instead of rounded edges, so that we could cut the tile ourselves.

On Saturday morning, I went down to the Oxnard Home Depot and rented an MK Diamond Pro24 Wet Tile Saw.  This saw looked great, but when we set it up, we discovered that it was pretty worn out.  The platen that the tile sets on had a lot of play from side to side and did not move to the blade very smoothly.  We struggled to make the saw work all day.  We made the last major cut at about 8:15pm.

We still have a couple of smaller cuts to make, but we were able to lay out all the surface tiles.

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Poppa with his game face on.

The final layout

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Hopefully, the backsplash tiles (12" ceramics) will be much easier to install.

Oh boy

In the week before Christmas we had 4 cold days of constant rain.  One evening on the 4th day of rain, as I was working downstairs, I saw a familiar sight that made my heart sink.  Water was bubbling the paint in the ceiling.  I touched the bubble (which was the size of a grapefruit) with a screwdriver and water splashed down on to my head.   A leak that had only showed itself after 4 days of rain.  How depressing.

Last Saturday, as we were headed into a forecasted 9 days of rain, Lucas our roofer came over to check things out.  He grabbed a flashlight and began examining the roof area around the furnace that appeared to be the location of the leak.  After about 10 minutes, he showed me that the condensation line of the furnace had come out (been removed?) from the scupper and was draining onto the ceiling.  The area was was wet to the touch.  We returned the condensation tube to the scupper so that the water could drain correctly.

After 6 days of *solid* rain, there is no more water coming through the ceiling.  I am confident the ‘leak’ has been plugged.  Normally, we barely use the furnace.  During those 4 cold days, the furnace was being run for long periods of time.  The water built up enough to run down to where I saw it. 

I call finding the source of the water a ‘hallelujah and a half’.  First, we found the source of the water and fixed it.  Second, if the water hadn’t made itself known through the bubbled paint, it may have gone un-corrected for years.  It would have continued to slowly leak onto the drywall ceiling and we would have never known except when the softened drywall fell from the ceiling, like before.

Rats!

Soon after Thanksgiving, I walked into our garage at night and when I flicked on the light switch, I heard a scrabbling sound of something moving quickly.  The next day Toby told me that she had heard some movement as well.  Later, I saw that one of my Cup-O-Noodles containers had a hole in it and was missing most of the contents.

I went to Lowe’s and looked for some method of eradication that would not take any involvement on my part.  I bought a set (3) of the little things that plug into the wall and create an ultrasonic noise that is supposed to drive the rats away.  The instructions say that each unit will keep about 400 sq ft rodent free.  I had 3 so I plugged all three into different outlets in my ~400 sq ft garage.  If 1 was effective, then 3 should work even better, right?  Well, no, actually.  After 2 weeks of 24 hr ultrasonic noise, we were still hearing noises in the garage, and now it was beginning to smell bad in there.

Back at Lowe’s, I looked at other extermination methods.  We’ve had good luck with traditional snap traps , but the size of rat traps (compared to mouse traps) was very scary.  You could lose a finger in one of those things.  I decided to go with the poison.  I set out 4 or 5 trays in various places in the garage, and warned the kids not to touch them.

The next day, spilled in the middle of the garage floor was a tray of poison that I had put in the rafters.  I think the rats must have known what it was and pushed it out of their area.  It didn’t look like the poison was going to work.  But the box said that the poison took 4-5 days to work, so I waited.

5 days after the poison was emplaced, I walked into the garage, and saw a lump of brown fur about the size of a softball.  It was huge.  I banged a piece of metal (a 6 foot section of galvanized water pipe, to be exact) on the cement next to it and it didn’t move, so I assumed it was dead.  Now there is a lot of stuff in my garage and this was really the only section of the floor that I can easily see.  Thank the Lord that the rat chose to die in that spot.

This was a big rat and I sort of freaked out.  I stood and stared at it for about 5 minutes.  I went and got the trash can and a shovel, but then couldn’t scoop the thing up.  I had visions of it running up the shovel handle at me.  Luckily, I have a partner who has given an oath to be with me through the thick and thin.  I went and got Toby.  She scooped the rat up and tossed it in the trashcan with only a minimum of mockery.

The next night, I went into the garage and the rat was back, full sized, in the exact same place as before.  But this time it was walking in circles.  Toby wasn’t available, and Max was already asleep so had to man up.  I got a 5 gallon paint bucket and turned it over to trap the bugger.  The next night we had a rat throwing away party, and I did the honors with the shovel (the one with the longest handle, not the short handled spade Toby used the night before).

After these two rats were gone, I stopped hearing noises.  Whew!  Now we just had to wait for the garage to air out and get rid of the wild animal smell.  But alas, the wild animal smell was being replaced by the smell of decaying flesh.  I hunted down what turned out to be the final rat and showed Max and Lucy how to scoop it up (from a safe distance).

It has been about 2 weeks and the garage is starting to lose its nasty smell.  I think I have prevailed, this time.