Finally getting to this for a long-time customer – they’re out of town. Fran Tarkenton’s parents built this house to retire to; Mrs. Tarkenton was my elementary school teacher. Professor & family lives there now.
Dog is glad to see me at 6 this morning – note spreading puddle.
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Old carpet and pad had disintegrated into the older linoleum from a billion peepee accidents. Fun to scrape and vacuum to this point
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Down to particle board
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Hooray for the MultiMaster!
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Detail
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Lumber Liquidators finest.
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Forrest – home for lunch. All alone
Edited 6/19/2007 12:19 pm by McDesign
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Whoops! can you please move this thread to the "Photo" section?
Thanks - Forrest
Don't lick your fingers after lunch..actually, don't eat lunch at all.
Bleeahhh!
Forrest - wearing a mask
In our line of work, we get pidgeon poop, and rotten Grackle eggs...
I have a dog, and 2 cats..I can deal with that.
I don't have a good tagline like
Forrest...looking for the pee
Poor thing. Hopefully someone will take that good care of us when the time comes.
Floor looks good. It's got a nice charming look to it. Bobvilla Wood? Prefinished?
J.
Not sure of the LL line. All the variegation looks good with the original knotty pine T&G walls.
Sorta.
Forrest
isn't it funny that i just assumed that Fran Tarkenton was born and raised in Minnesota ?
am i like, really old school ?
did anyone else think that ?
carpenter in transition
I don't remember why his folks were down here - where'd he go to school?
Forrest
Va. Then Ga, get the bio right, he is a yankee. well sorta.
Yeah, but is it pee proof? Seems like job security while they've got that dog.
jt8
"When I was a young man I vowed never to marry until I found the ideal woman. Well, I found her but, alas, she was waiting for the ideal man." -- Alain
Man! Let me rant about that darn dog! Yesterday, she spent all day under the roll-top; I blocked her in with the swivel chair after she freakin' chewed and FLATTENED the metal broom handle as I tried to sweep her out.
Okay. I wait 'til 8 this AM, so the handicapped lady that deals with the dog and cat would have been there and gotten them out, okay!
No dice. I show up; Goldie (the dog) smashes through the barricade I set up to keep her in the kitchen, runs to the other end of the house, down the hall where I have to work today. All the doors are closed, so she's at the far end of a 42" wide hall. I can't get behind her to run her out; she's gnashing and snapping.
THEN - she unloads, right where I have to work today. Poop. Peep. Running down my nice clean subfloor. How does she know?
I'm not gonna' mess with it. Get the neighbor that deals with her sometimes; he risks getting chewed on; gives up. Call animal control. They don't open 'til 10. I'd just as soon kill the dog. Been a PITA every time I work on that house (several projects over the years).
Still no dog lady.
Fine. Pack up and go; I'll deal with the rest of the flooring in October.
Getting my stuff out of the hall; furious at the schedule interruption, mainly. Big pile of flooring off-cuts at my feet. Goldie's growling
Wing one down the hall.
Feels good.
Wing some more.
She charges.
Feint, then kick her into the newly floored den; she loses traction and rolls over; can't spin back at me. Chase her to the other end of the house, hurling more than invective.
Corner her back in the junk room behind the laundry. Kick a pile of (empty) boxes down on her, distracting her
Quick block up the doorway with a ladder and baskets and the vacuum and some shelves.
Super. Now I've got to clean the $%^& hall. Three rolls of paper towels; two boxes of baking soda.
Dog lady shows up at 10. Tell her Goldie can stay in the junk room til the client gets back from FL.
Finally to work
They're getting a special extra charge for "animal control"
Did I mention Goldie's still growling, sitting right where Mr Hawks, a former owner of the house, shotgunned his head off while his wife was at church, back when I lived next door growing up?
Weird freakin' place
Forrest - no longer mister pretty nice guy
Got a tree you can chain the monster to outside? IMO, 9 times out a 10 a monster like that is the owner's fault. But that doesn't help you deal with the beast.
Otherwise go home and watch the Shining. Put you in the right frame of mind.
jt8
"When I was a young man I vowed never to marry until I found the ideal woman. Well, I found her but, alas, she was waiting for the ideal man." -- Alain
Try watching Ceasar Milan, aka The Dog Whisperer. He can take care of any dog no matter how vicious. Ceasar rocks!Ott
Edited 6/20/2007 2:03 pm ET by ottcarpentry
"Did I mention Goldie's still growling, sitting right where Mr Hawks, a former owner of the house, shotgunned his head off while his wife was at church, back when I lived next door growing up?"Me thinks Mr. Hawks has taken up residence in the psyche of this animal.....BBBWWWWWHHHHHAAAAAAAAA HHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAHHHHAAAAAAAhhhhaaaaa........
Want to borrow a chain? Better yet, board the dog on your nickle. (Cheaper than chasing it and nausea)
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Chuck Slive, work, build, ...better with wood
Yeah, that's why I don't stay in that house after dark.
The one-armed and then headless Mr. Hawks was right below that duplex light switch. Goldie is behind that hastily erected barricade, growling at me. The neighbor I had in this morning was the one who Mrs. Hawks called upon arriving home from church.View Image
Used only shorts in the entry hall, just to play up the variegationView Image
Goldie's hall; the scene of much poopage this AM, (pre-flooring, that is)View Image
Neat '60s folding screen to split the public from the private side of the entry hall - Open -View Image
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Den - will get some can lights next project timeView Image
Forrest - home now with the lights on!
Edited 6/20/2007 9:45 pm by McDesign
Mc, ya gotta lighten some of those pics for clarity.
View ImageTrue, there are architects so called in this country, and I have heard of one at least possessed with the idea of making architectural ornaments have a core of truth, a necessity, and hence a beauty, as if it were a revelation to him. All very well perhaps from his point of view, but only a little better than the common dilettantism. --Thoreau's Walden
< lighten some of those pics >
Yeah, but then y'all wouldn't experience the spooky feel. It's darned dark in there, and I even replaced some bulbs.
Forrest
Roar!
Where is this division of labor to end? and what object does it finally serve? No doubt another may also think for me; but it is not therefore desirable that he should do so to the exclusion of my thinking for myself.
-Thoreau's Walden
I'm tellin' ya......I am on the side of the dog on this one.....headless and armless suicides and all that.....And you with the floor nailer.......I'm bettin' that dog is possessed and with each BANG of the nailer it is just too much for the "inhabitant" bringing back the memory of the final shot......It's no wonder the dog pees all the time and is surly, I would be too if I was possessed and lived in that place!!!!????
Did I mention Goldie's still growling, sitting right where Mr Hawks, a former owner of the house, shotgunned his head off while his wife was at church, back when I lived next door growing up?
No relation.
Live in the solution, not the problem.