Steven rented a hammer drill from Home Depot and learned how to drill concrete. Four holes, less than a minute each. Not so difficult, if you have the correct tool. Steven’s hand drill, even on hammer settings, would not cut the mustard.
Bolts inserted, post fitted, washers on, nuts wrenched down. Post up.
Then it took another hour to drill out the concrete from around the existing/old mailbox post. The post would not come free. Steven texted Gilsa Concrete for assistance winching or cutting the old post. They opted to cut. Turns out the post is solid steel, not hollow, mounted in place with a second ball of concrete at least two feet down; that sucker is not coming out, and we will leave a segment permanently buried.
With sprinkler repairs underway, with the fences and gates erected to create a safe yard for Adobe to burn off crazy-puppy calories while attempting to keep the deer out, Steven asked Victor to haul the trash out of the back yard.
Steven and Victor have done this before. Victor and his team installed part of the landscaping at Sea Eagle, and tackled specific jobs at Emerald Hill during construction.
Now we create a clean slate at Emerald Hill.
When Jacquela and Steven bought Emerald Hill, the back yard was not a priority — saving the house from itself was where we focused.
Previous owners used the back yard as a storage yard for broken tree limbs, old dog toys, an old telephone system wiring box, detritus, cast offs. The sage, lantana and other plants were old, tired, thready. Volunteer hackberries had taken root, making the northeast corner dark, dumping leaves. Lumber used for edging around what purported to be planting beds was rotting away.
Victor and his brother Francisco set to work saving the back yard, racing against approaching rain.
After lunch, Steven climbed the ladder into the storage loft in the garage — and began passing down to Jacquela boxes stuffed with holiday ornaments and lighting.
Working under the eaves and in the trees into the dark, surrounded by a herd of nearly 20 incurious and incautious deer, Jacquela and Steven hung white string lights at the eaves of the house and thee red-lit wreaths at the oak trees in the forest outside the front of the house.
It’s a start on the first major holiday in the house on Emerald Hill.
The tall window at the rear of Jadin’s bedroom opens — but only part way. As the casement swings, it hits the underside of the roof and is blocked by the fascia. Bottom line: The window is too tall, or the roof is too low.
Waaaaaaaaaay back when this window was first installed and tested, Ron and Steven noted the obstruction. They met with Brett the architect to work out approaches that would allow the window to open completely. They settled on raising the roof over this window — or, less destructively, cutting open the roof from the underside, and cutting away a section of fascia about 2 feet wide. Then Ron took medical leave.
Today, Odell and Steven walked the site with Cris and Kevin. We elected to open the roof from the underside, cut away the section of fascia, box the underside of the roof.
With that done, the painters must now caulk the holes in the framing, prime and paint everything — after the gutter team cuts away about two feet of gutter, installs a new downspout to the left of the window, and erects a diverter that tucks under the shingles to push water into what will be two gutters, one on each side of the window.