the framing begins…and stops (modern southern bungalow week 2)

Every time I sit down to write a post for a series, I hear the Muppets Veterinary Hospital voice over in my head. It does feel appropriate in this case as this may just be the continuing stoooooorrryy of a quack who’s gone to the dogs. You can just guess who the quack is in this particular story.

Let me start by reminding you that this isn’t really week 2 at all but week 400+ in the process. We began discussions with our architects on this remodel in the spring of 2016 (actually, it may have been earlier). We put the pause on the project for a bit but then began again in earnest in August of last year. By my count, that makes us at least 15 months into the project (excluding our initial bout of work with the architects). It’s possible that Rome was built faster than this addition. I’ve discovered that the reason people don’t write much about additions – or at least write about them on a regular basis – is there is so much waiting and so much boring going on in the process that you would all fall asleep reading the content. If you need a nap, you are invited to take one while I update you on the “progress” at our house.

Last week, the piers were put in and the framing was set to begin. Good news, yes? And so the framing did begin. Only, somehow or other, everyone in the process missed the fact that the plans require a step-down into the addition. Yep, that’s right. The engineers, the architects, the permit department – everyone - missed that the plans were drawn for two levels but engineered for one. Our builder caught the mistake but not until the entire floor section had been framed up. (P.S.? I still don't know why there is a step-down between the existing house and the addition. It has something to do with the Historic Board and their convoluted, unpublished rules.)

So now, we wait for a fix. In the meantime, we continue our search for affordable but interesting faucets (because valves). Isn’t this just the most tantalizing story? I know you are waiting on the edge of your seat to hear what happens. Until next time…