The Log Conundrum

Is the house finished if we still have these big freaking logs set in the walls as corner posts?  I don’t really feel like it’s my house while these logs are still here, providing living space to more insects than you’d find on the set of Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom.  But like most islanders, we have to share our space with nature, at least a little bit.

There’s one in the corner in the picture above.  You may not see it, for your eyes are probably drawn to that ridiculous old lamp and whatever gang graffiti was scrawled on its side.  But once you see it, you can’t unsee it.  There are huge logs in the corners of my house.

They roll down stairs, alone or in pairs.  They’re big, they’re heavy, they’re wood.  They’re logs!  (don’t get the reference?  click here…)  And they came with my house.  For better or for worse, I decided to keep them.  Probably more of a pain to rip them out than it would be to just let them stay.  Some people have even said that they like the logs.  I think they’re all just saying that to be nice, though.

Okay, that’s it, that’s really every ‘before’ picture I have of the bedroom.  We had taken the paneling out in the above pic to put in a new electrical box, many years ago.  We did put the paneling back up when we were done.  I don’t know why.  Could have just left it like that.

Now, all the paneling is gone.  New 4×4 beams are in place, partly aesthetic and partly structural – they really help tie this room to the rest of the house which has exposed beams everywhere, and they also help hold up the floor in the loft above.  The logs don’t do a damn thing, except provide housing to wasps nesting for the winter.

To finish this room up, the bed had to come out and get set up in the living room for a few days.  I used our dresser as a work table in the middle of the room.  It’s a pretty solid dresser, made a great work space.

There’s an electric baseboard heater that’s more than a little ugly but puts out good heat, probably because it doesn’t have to be energy star compliant or some crap.  It’s the kind of heater you can cook hot dogs on if you needed to.  I painted it copper, made it a little more passable to look at.

Now we’re all done, logs and all.  New lighting, new paint, new trim, new windowsills, new caulk, new paint, new everything.  Only those logs remain, and at least I slathered them with spar urethane.

I encased the ends of the beams with brackets to conceal the joist hangers.  I think my creativity was kind of running out at this point, but they look okay.  Anyway, best solution I could come up with.

I really like the closet doors on their big barn door hardware.  The space is a little tight and they could still use some adjusting but they look good to me.

The iron weighs more than the doors do.

New copper switchplates, custom made copper finger pulls for the doors.

Drawer No. 2 is obstructed by that big dresser, but you can still access the space through a trap door inside the closet.  I’m hoping that dresser can move to another bedroom someday, if we add on to the house or something.

So, what are you thinking?  “Hey, Joe?  You know those big logs that washed up on the beach?  I think we can use them for corner posts on the next house we build.  Wouldn’t that be great?”  Seriously, how many beers do you need to get to that point?

I guess I’ll call the house finished, logs and all.

The Light at the End of the Tunnel May Not be a Train

I’m almost done.  I’m so close that I’m giddy with excitement.

Demolition has been completed.  The old paneling is fully abated.

Insulation has been exposed.  Scratchy, itchy insulation.  At this time, it’s 77% fiberglass and 23% cobwebs.

Beetles were discovered.  Colorful, iridescent beetles, and they labyrinth of tunnels they ate through our framing.  The beetles were killed, and their tunnels filled with caulk – not because it does any good, but because I felt like it.

Closet doors were assembled, and they definitely don’t look store-bought.

They fit perfectly.  Which is really unusual for me.

Wood has been purchased, enough to finish all the trim in the house.  There’s so much wood in my shop now I barely have space for it all.

Each board has been cut, marked and labeled.  Some boards have been labeled more than once, as I mis-cut pieces and had to make corrections changed my mind about what I wanted to do with them.

The windowsills are assembled.  I have a particular style of windowsill that I like, which seems to require a few hours of assembly for each one I do.  I swear, I am the undisputed master of doing things the hard way.

And as usual, cats were no help.