Saturday, October 26, 2013

Housing Prices, Garage, and Woodpecker

Things aren't looking good right now for acquiring House #4. Because while prices for fixer uppers have gone up, the selling prices haven't gone up as fast. Those skanky, run down, icky ranch houses are selling for a good 30% more than they were just two years ago, but the finished nice houses that are our bread and butter are only going for about 15% more. You do the math.

Meanwhile, the trim on the front of our garage is looking very happy with a coat of paint.

Before the front can be finished, the side needs to be stripped and get new new sheathing. The Mr. will take advantage of having the framing exposed to put in some more support structures with the aim of preventing further twisting and sagging.

Now for the latest on Mr. Woodpecker.

Apparently the caution tape was too subtle a message for him, so we've upped the ante with professional grade Triple Threat Bird Scare 'em Tape.

This tape is supposed to strike fear into the red headed menace on three levels; scary shiny reflection, movement, and sound.

Today wasn't a good trial as the wind was interfering with small bird flight and I suspect Mr. Woodpecker was distracted from his persistent displays of machismo. 

We'll just have to wait and see.

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Back to Work on the Garage and Woodpecker Woes

After a work pause for some mechanical repairs on his person, the Mr. has been cleared for "light work" which means trimming out the garage.

Recall, if you will, the before photo of the structure.

Here it is as it stands today. That's our old front door in place of the decaying French doors.

Did you notice the dental molding? 

It's all in the details. This is so cool and it makes me smile every time I pull into the driveway. Not to mention that the careful use of decorative touches makes the structure look almost square (when in reality it lists somewhat front to back and side to side).

In other news, Woody Woodpecker has fallen out of favor ever since he decided to assert his maleness by drumming on our front porch post. This is how he repays me after all the times I rescued him from under the fruit tree nets. What an asshole!

Here's our opening volley in the battle against Woody Woodpecker. That's right, pal, stay away!