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shadesofmauve) wrote2011-02-07 07:40 pm
shadesofmauve) wrote2011-02-07 07:40 pm
House, water, and mad mad music
Tuesday, Erik contacted me while I was at the optometrist waiting for my eyes to dilate. Through no fault of our own, Pinniped landed a surprise!Gig at the Spar downtown (now run by McMenamins). A real gig with a stage and a sound system and sound guy and everything...everything except more than 48 hours notice. :P
We played Thursday night, and it was a blast. Considering that Erik had banged his finger in a car door Sunday and Dad was up past his bed-time, we did really well. I took a few wrong turns (which Erik referred to as "death defying improv") and managed to find my way back, a few friends showed up, and the manager seemed to like it (Yay!). There weren't a lot of people, though, which you'd expect for a thursday night with less than two days notice. When the people with kids started leaving around 10 the place emptied out a lot and it made it really tough for me to keep the energy up -- as on as Erik and Dad are bringing music and using stands, I'm the 'front' person -- I really pour on the energy to make up for the distance imposed by the stand. It's a lot harder to do that for any length of time when you don't have a crowd giving you energy back.
Still, there was much dancing about!
Meanwhile, back at the ranch...
In the same exciting 48 hour span, I found out that there was a whole lotta water on the ceiling in B's room, and apparently there had been for some time. I hadn't known, because B rents from me, and We Do Not Enter Renters Rooms Without Notice And Permission. Whole lotta water. Which he apparently just forgot to mention.
Slight roof-related panic ensues, in which we discover they didn't pull a permit to do the roof in 2009, and I have no record of the company. Luckily, my realtor was totally on top of things (If you're looking for a house in the Oly area, Marle is great). The roofers had someone out within an hour, and...
It was condensation. B's window and door were always tight shut, and the dirty clothes pile was...daunting. I didn't believe them at first (did I mention it was a whole lotta water?) but I've since been up in the attic, and it's dry as a bone, except...
Except for the bathroom fan vent. The fan had vented into the attic; when I bought the house I stipulated that it be vented to the outside as a condition of sale. Which they did! ...by running venting 15 feet over to the gable, instead of 3 feet straight up and out the roof. And not actually attaching the 6 in diameter vent to the 4 in diameter fan exhaust.
Uninsulated attic + 15 feet of vent + weak fan = vent is FULL of water.
Dad and I emptied it onto the bathroom floor and the lawn outside in the process of discovering this. Amazingly, it's never dumped on the ceiling drywall. Yet.
UPSHOT: Pinniped might be asked to play at a McMenamin's establishment again, and as soon as it's warm enough to work with roofing tar, I'm installing a new fan/vent! Wheeeee!
Did I mention all this started on my day off? And that in the same time I was pulled over by the state patrol*? Remind me never to try to relax.
*I may have slipped up and told my mother I was stopped by the space patrol. Maybe. btw the Space Patrol man was very nice and was just telling me the headlight was out.
We played Thursday night, and it was a blast. Considering that Erik had banged his finger in a car door Sunday and Dad was up past his bed-time, we did really well. I took a few wrong turns (which Erik referred to as "death defying improv") and managed to find my way back, a few friends showed up, and the manager seemed to like it (Yay!). There weren't a lot of people, though, which you'd expect for a thursday night with less than two days notice. When the people with kids started leaving around 10 the place emptied out a lot and it made it really tough for me to keep the energy up -- as on as Erik and Dad are bringing music and using stands, I'm the 'front' person -- I really pour on the energy to make up for the distance imposed by the stand. It's a lot harder to do that for any length of time when you don't have a crowd giving you energy back.
Still, there was much dancing about!
Meanwhile, back at the ranch...
In the same exciting 48 hour span, I found out that there was a whole lotta water on the ceiling in B's room, and apparently there had been for some time. I hadn't known, because B rents from me, and We Do Not Enter Renters Rooms Without Notice And Permission. Whole lotta water. Which he apparently just forgot to mention.
Slight roof-related panic ensues, in which we discover they didn't pull a permit to do the roof in 2009, and I have no record of the company. Luckily, my realtor was totally on top of things (If you're looking for a house in the Oly area, Marle is great). The roofers had someone out within an hour, and...
It was condensation. B's window and door were always tight shut, and the dirty clothes pile was...daunting. I didn't believe them at first (did I mention it was a whole lotta water?) but I've since been up in the attic, and it's dry as a bone, except...
Except for the bathroom fan vent. The fan had vented into the attic; when I bought the house I stipulated that it be vented to the outside as a condition of sale. Which they did! ...by running venting 15 feet over to the gable, instead of 3 feet straight up and out the roof. And not actually attaching the 6 in diameter vent to the 4 in diameter fan exhaust.
Uninsulated attic + 15 feet of vent + weak fan = vent is FULL of water.
Dad and I emptied it onto the bathroom floor and the lawn outside in the process of discovering this. Amazingly, it's never dumped on the ceiling drywall. Yet.
UPSHOT: Pinniped might be asked to play at a McMenamin's establishment again, and as soon as it's warm enough to work with roofing tar, I'm installing a new fan/vent! Wheeeee!
Did I mention all this started on my day off? And that in the same time I was pulled over by the state patrol*? Remind me never to try to relax.
*I may have slipped up and told my mother I was stopped by the space patrol. Maybe. btw the Space Patrol man was very nice and was just telling me the headlight was out.