Little M and I escaped the madness and went to Maine for a week last week. It was his first flight and he did really well. Like really well. I was so proud of him. He was even better on the flight home, especially since it was nap time and he did not sleep a wink in my arms. Snacks and stickers were our secret weapons.
At home we relaxed, saw a parade, played with friends, picked blueberries, ate lobsters and went to the cabin. We even got a couple days of amazing Maine summer weather after the heat wave passed. Totally relaxing, totally not long enough.
While we were away the addition foundation was finished and lumber for framing was delivered.
We're doing a conditioned crawl space so that hopefully the addition floors will be warmer and the whole space will be the same temperature as the main part of the house. That's why the foundation has a layer of foam insulation on it - we're insulating the foundation, not the floor.
We've been home for 4.5 days and the lumber for framing is still sitting on the curb. But that's a good thing 'cause we discovered that our house is not block and brick construction as the architect thought, instead it's regular frame construction with a layer of bricks on the outside ",brick veneer." Because of this they're able to take down all of the bricks before framing. Once framing begins they won't have to build a temporary wall two feet inside our existing house to hold up the side of our house - the existing wall that's there will hold it up, whereas before they thought they'd be knocking out a ton of concrete blocks and having to build temporary walls inside. All of that is a big time saver and a huge hassle saver on our part. We don't need to move out of our bedroom yet. Good thing 'cause the basement is still a mess. But we'll save that drama for another post.
So the lumber was delivered Tuesday. The framers discovered the good news on Wednesday. The masonry guys showed up on Friday and took the brick down. Like all the brick. It was all down by 5pm. Funny story (not) I was standing outside talking to our contractor with Little M in the Ergo and Feeney's leash wrapped around my legs while watching the guys hack away at the bricks from the bottom up when they stopped working quite suddenly. Apparently the whole wall of bricks were sliding down as they, duh, removed them from the bottom up. There was talk of a boom truck when I put my hand up, said, "ok you've got this" and took off. When I returned one of the guys was up at the peak of the gable, the attic vent screen was off and brick was flying down to 30 feet below. Where guys were wearing hard hats, thankfully.
All morning one guy took bricks down while one guy cleaned them off. Then after lunch another guy joined in the taking-off fun and the cleaning guy couldn't keep up. By the end of the day all the brick was down. This shot kinda reminded me of a house along my school bus route as a kid. It didn't have any siding over the black house wrap. I can get all nostalgic about anything remotely related to home.
There are peeks of the old sheathing sticking through. Sheathing or whatever it's called. It's from 1941, which is a far cry from the 200 year old stuff my dad is revealing this week, but it's still cool.
This morning the cleaning-off guy came back and cleaned brick all day, while wearing a fedora. Style. I like it.
In the afternoon three more guys joined in - two cleaned bricks, one guy tossed to a fourth who stacked. It looks like they saved 80-90% of the brick. That makes me so happy. (Ignore the trash cans; our yard is such a freaking mess that I can't keep the mess out of photos!)
If you recall the new foundation is going to be faced in brick and by reusing our brick we'll have a perfect match. The grout won't match, but hopefully they'll get close. Our future plans are to face the sunroom foundation with any leftover brick;
I'm really happy we didn't just toss a gazillion square feet of brick into a landfill too.
Framers are set to come on Monday. On Sunday we'll enjoy the day of silence. Or at least I will, Little M will miss having a crew to oversee.