Hmm, what's this soft spot?
An afternoon with a crowbar reveals . . .
A header supported on one end by a couple of toe-nails and a piece of siding,
and rotted and eaten away at the other end.
Of course that means the wall underneath it is in trouble . . .
as well as the sill which rests directly on concrete.
So, there I was, minding my own business, landscaping the back yard and scraping loose paint. One spot was a bit soft. I poked it with a screwdriver, and ants boiled out of the hole. Sigh. I knew that spot was marginal at best. The roof and walls join somewhat oddly here where the garage was added to the 1920s wing on the back of the house about 50 years ago. I started pulling off the soft bits, and the project snowballed. Now I'll have to get a permit and do some structural work-replace the headers and a corner of the garage as well as the ends of a few roof joists.
What the hell, in for a penny, in for a pound. I'm getting too old for this. So, while we are at it, I'm just going to hire a contractor to do this bit, the roof (in metal), and install some skylights while I'm at it. Maybe even enough to replace the front walk and paint as well.
What the hell, in for a penny, in for a metric ton. You know, I've always liked the look of raised-seam copper roofing . . . Yep, I'm going whole porker on the main house. The sticker shock will last for a while I'm sure.
Closed in and ready to paint.
All images and text Copyright Dale Austin, 1962-2008