Friday, November 30, 2012

Thoughts on Wood Siding


When I was about 15, I woke to my radio alarm one morning and the top news was a house fire just outside the city. I remember it was extremely cold that day, probably -20C. I couldn’t fathom escaping your house in the middle of the night, in pitch black, in those temperatures.

It turned out that the house fire was that of my softball teammate, Cheryl, aka “Barbie” (she was adorably cute). The big drama that morning was the fact that her house was “all wood!” I didn’t quite understand that. Did they live in a cabin? What did that mean? What is my house made out of? Why did Cheryl live in a wooden house? I thought they could afford something better, I mean, they had horses!

Unlike my juvenile thoughts, traditional building materials, such as wood, does not necessitate low-quality. My dad built 4 of our homes, new, and renovated one, and they were overbuilt to say the least. I can’t say all the materials were top-of-the-line, sustainable, or even safe for our health as we understand VOCs  now (volatile organic compounds that contribute to that “new” smell in cars and homes). However, because he used modern building materials, it started to send the message that wood was not a sound building material. It only furthered my bias that we lived in each home a few years before we moved to the next. There wasn’t exactly a point of decay reached, or even ongoing maintenance. The last tree would be planted and suddenly we were on to the next house.

Their current house was a builder-built home, and I helped to hammer in extra subfloor during the build. This was also confusing as a teenager to me. Why wouldn’t builders add enough subfloor? Why did we have to go in after-hours and fix their mistakes? Were builders evil? (Yes, yes they are). But moreover, I assumed that all houses must be built shoddily if my own pa didn’t build them.

On a side note I have learned that this sneaky upgrade behavior is now verboten. You would likely be in breach of your contract and very few builders allow you to write in DIY improvements anymore.

And so I correlated the unmaintained wood siding inner city homes as being shoddy simply because of their materials, not because of the lack of homeowner TLC. I saw new suburban homes as being better. Alas, many are not. And many old homes built during an economic boom cycle, or even those built during a bust, or post-industrial era, are shoddy. It varies house by house. Wood as a building material though, it does not necessitate poor quality.

Just as homes built with stucco or vinyl age, and the same neglect befalls them, they too can be eyesores. It isn’t just the materials you use for your home but a play between the materials, the upkeep and the aesthetics used in the original architecture.

Our 1905 house has old-growth cedar drop siding, beveled as seen below. In Calgary, this is rare tongue-in-groove siding that has a decorative and functional feature to it for shedding rain and adding the much-needed depth so that the house doesn’t resemble four flat walls with a peak at the top. Wood alone always adds depth to the eye but the decorative and functional beveling gives greater depth, and concurrently, greater beauty. It was a Victorian house, and even the most modest Victorian house took into account aesthetics along with function.


Then, somewhere down the line, in the same period that they installed a drop ceiling in the kitchen, morgue-like lighting fixtures, vinyl tile and metal nosing to interior stairs, the homeowners also put Aluminum over the entire wood siding. They added thin foam sheets between the old and new sidings for a very minor insulating factor that is laughable in r-values. This would not have been cheap to replace many of the original antique glass windows with unopening aluminum, bland windows. In fact, aluminum is more costly than vinyl. This was done from an aesthetic that favours longterm low-maintenance and function. Just as my neighbor created his entire backyard into mulch to reduce maintenance (and I’ve seen this done also with concrete for the entire backyard), there may be a few people who appreciate it, but they do so from a functional standpoint more than aesthetically (I hope!).

The house itself is very plain in architecture, as Victorian houses were all in the details. The aluminum hides what was once a decorative feature beneath the front dormer of the house, facing the street. Without a more complex architectural design, and void now of any siding detail, the house becomes void of beauty and lackluster.

Do you see on the front dormer above the window?

An old photo of the house showed something like fishscales (below)in the space between the window and the roofline. With a plain Victorian/Gothic vernacular architecture such as ours, the fish scales would have added a lot of value.



And see the windows? They have no frame above them. The Aluminum siding and the windows meet at the top and sides with no frame (casing). This is not only functionally poor quality by allowing rain to hit the window, but it is akin to beautiful hair on a woman. It frames the face and adds to her beauty.

 I sometimes see an old home in my area now covered in vinyl. The original architecture is still so impressive that perhaps it would look better in the original wood, but I find it hard to fault an owner to do away with painting and dealing with lead paint from 1910. There are aspects to wood that people don’t want to deal with, such as the lead paint, the ongoing painting, and perhaps, the association that I had growing up that wood was of lesser quality than a synthetic material.

While house-hunting, we would see an old house outfitted with a synthetic material over or replacing original wood siding and assume it was an infill. You would walk inside and have this cognitive dissonance between a modernist, bright red, stucco siding on the outside and practically gas light fixtures inside. It doesn’t give a cohesive look and offends the sense of what should be. Like seeing new McDonald’s restaurants suddenly having black-painted stucco on the outside. It’s so chic I almost want to go in. But of course, the same old fries and chicken fingers await me, quelle horror!

For wood, the spray painting techniques these days make me wonder how it is changing the aesthetics of wood. Sure, it’s also much quicker than hand-painting but sometimes I have to look really closely to tell if a home is vinyl or wood, especially in an older neighbourhood where vinyl has become de rigueur over wood siding. Some spray painted wood houses seem to hide what was once the character of the wood. It is too smooth, not enough depth to give that wood-look. In fact, I was assured during our paint quote that the paint would fill in the gaps where nail holes were. Perhaps it fills in too well the wood grains?

Yet proponents of wood siding will tell you that wood is unmistakable, better and gentler on the environment even accounting for any noxious paint fumes, sanding of lead paint that is unavoidable, and this occurring once every 5-10 years. It is hard to know the real truth.

Either way, we had our circa-60s Aluminum siding pummeled and done from a huge hail storm this August. Even the eavestroughs were smooshed by the stomp of Mother Nature.

We are left with a decision, whether to replace the Aluminum (a bad choice in hail storm Inglewood!), an alternative siding, or restore that original wood.

The original wood is in decent shape and will need to be thoroughly prepped from years of neglect, even pre-aluminum siding days when no one painted it regularly. It is no wonder an owner saw the wood as ugly because it was plainly neglected. I saw maybe a few layers of paint for what would have been 70 years of life. Not enough. Luckily we can recycle the aluminum.

Holes from where insulation was once blown in to wall cavities from the outside will need to be filled, nail holes filled, rotted pieces replaced. It will need to be power-washed, sanded, and repainted. The windows will need to be fixed where they may have rotted or in other cases, they were replaced and left bare without so much as casing or a window sill. The parts of a window were not only more aesthetically pleasing; they served a function for pushing rain away from the windows! The aluminum shutters will need to be replaced with the real deal. It is no small job.

To summarize our choices:

·         We could remove the aluminum then insulate and wrap our wood siding in cement board siding. This will make the house warmer, and lower the maintenance issues associated with wood. Yet wood siding experts will say that this can create problems leaving the original wood on because moisture can seep underneath the new siding and rot your wood, doing terrible damage unseen from the outside. My counterpoint is that Calgary is so dry that if it hasn’t already happened in the last 50 years, I doubt it will in the future. Counter to my point is that we will be adding even better insulation, increasing the condensation potential. Retrofitting old houses with modern insulation and vapour barrier ideas requires careful consideration.

·         Altnernatively, we could remove the aluminum and foam insulation and go about restoring the original cedar. Any money left over could be put towards removing the asbestos r-5 insulation in the attic and replacing it will much better insulation to recover any losses from the laughable insulation properties of “thin foam” and aluminum (ie. None).

Some very serious downsides to the wood siding restoration include:

·         Preparing our wood includes sanding and will definitely put lead paint dust into the air, the soil, our neighbors’ yards, windows and soil/grass.

·         Lesser so, the paint spray itself being environmental pollution.
 

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Monday, September 10, 2012

Befores and Afters Kitchen WITH new full lite door!


Here's a before and after. Don't forget about that recessed ceiling that was there, just out of site in the photo. It was nasty and covered in the leaking toilet, insufficient hackjob they called "plumbing". Complete with a hacked out corner joist to put IN said hackjob plumbing. 



There's our buddy Lenny, who says "buddy" a lot, even when it doesn't seem to make sense. That door was a total headache.

Blender, Finger, Caught In. Ouch.

If, like me, you are slightly OCD, you have probably spent a few good seconds everytime you use a blender thinking "what if I put my finger in there, or turned it on too early? That would f'ing HURT!"
So tonight, I can assure you, it hurts like a motha.
How did I get out of my predicament you ask? Well, I threw the blender on the floor, pulling it out of the wall in the process. Like it was a snake. Or a rat. Something horrible that unexpectedly leaped out and bit my damn finger. Not like I had turned on the blender while my middle finger was in the mixer. No, no, it was more like "WTF!?" So now you know.

And if you were also wondering if and how you can scream extremely loud, SILENTLY, well, just ask me. Cuz no way in HELL I was waking up the baby I just put to bed because I mangled my finger in the blender. Hell NO!

In other news, if you know me at all, you would know that I spend some time moonlighting as a baker of cookies. I take it pretty serious actually, like in terms of critical feedback. So I finished the cookies. Hell YES I did. My hand is hurting a bit now too. Oops.

In other, other news, the oven that worked ONCE and never again got fixed today.  Yeah, you know that stove. The ONLY single thing we kept from the old nasty kitchen? Yeah, that "freebie?" A mere $300 fix. But let me tell YOU! Oh yes, this is exciting! That oven, holy mother, it heats up from 0 to 325 in about 4 minutes. This is insanity. It's a gas oven. So you have to spend 5 minutes dreading that gas is filling your room with the loud hiss that it emits, meanwhile distracting yourself from more important and logical dangers like GETTING YOUR FINGER OUT OF THE BLENDER BEFORE TURNING IT ON DUMBASS, but once it heats up at warp speed, the hissing stops, and all is well.


Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Garden Door Before and After

I haven't written in the last several days for a very good reason. We have been working side-by-side with my dad from Friday morning at 8am until yesterday around 4pm. If you read my last post you would know that I was lamenting my lack of participation in the physical reno work. Well, I got more than I wished for, and indeed, beware what you wish for.

Here was the schedule:
Thursday evening: Go to Ikea for 2 hours to work on kitchen plan
Friday 8am: Take Chuck to daycare, go to house and work on stuff until my parents come with the garden doors and we take the truck to Ikea (thinking, oh so foolishly that we'll need the truck).
           9:30am: Door arrives with my parents after an hour of loading it at Windsor Plywood. It's HUGE. We unload with much cursing (ok, mainly me).
          10:15am: Say "see  ya!" to my rents and off to Ikea.
          10:30am: Ikea debacle. Order kitchen, fight with employee in kitchen department over changes other employees made that were wrong. Talk with other customers about how dumb Ikea is. Fight over who gets the crappy employees to help them first. Cry. Order kitchen. Told it will be 2 hours to get it in physical form. Sigh. Go to Jugo Juice, get lunch, eat in truck going back to house.
         12:30pm: Meet my Uncle and new Aunt from China who arrive right then. Hugs. Start demo for garden doors. Alien masks on, pry bars and chisels in hand. Freak out. Cry under mask from worries we should not be demo'ing anything.
           1:00pm: My friend Jen shows up to help my mom clean walls upstairs.
           2:00pm: Reach the 6" of wood beneath the plaster. Back in truck to go get kitchen.
           3:00pm: Sit in parking lot at Ikea pickup crying and MUCH cursing checking off 126 items for kitchen. This was actually a SMALL kitchen. 126 pieces to check off. Horrid! Horrid!!!
          3:45pm: Meet mom and Jen at daycare to get Chuck. Leave with Jen back to house.
          4:30pm: Sit almost crying in car with Jen at house telling her how we're totally screwed. Just enough lamenting that we don't have to help unpack any of the 126 pieces of the kitchen into the living room. Hmmm....well-played Jack.
         5:00pm: No idea what I did until 9pm. Probably washed and sanded stairs. More wearing of the mask. hate the mask with all my might. It smells like my bad breath/B.O.
         9:30pm: Leave to go home.

Saturday 8am: Coffee was had I think.
The rest of Saturday I don't remember. I know I sanded 16 stairs repeatedly wearing the horrid mask. Justin and my dad tore a hole in our wall and my dad tells Justin the house, without a temporary wall in place (which I said we should have built) sank 1/8 of an INCH when the hole was taken out. Header goes in very quickly following that. I learn this much later.

Door went in around 7pm maybe? I can't remember. Maybe not at all?

Sunday 8am: Starbucks with mom and dad.
 Door was put in at some point. Many hours spent shimming and straightening door by my dad. Justin spends most of this day drywall sanding and seems to be sprialling into a drywalling depression. Myself I spiral into a sanding depression with my stupid f'ing mask on. I remember Justin taking a load to the dump and coming back from Home Depot with more shit at some point. There was crying behind my mask at some point while sanding. And cursing. And Justin yelling at me on the stairs while I wore my mask to "drop the attitude already!" and I remember dad going outside to give us a moment. I cried because I wanted to be like other women who don't do reno work, and have a husband bring home flowers in a mason jar in an antique box to me. (I saw this happen in my condo the other night while the 3 of us rode up looking like laborers and smelling like pig manure.)


Sunday 4pm: Mad rush to finish door and drywall and I stained the stairs by this point. We meet Uncle Ken and my new Aunt Yun at Earls for dinner.

Monday 8am: Last coffee. Dad doesn't have one because he was up all night with stomach woes. We're starting to crash big time. No one talks.

             12pm: Mom brings Charlie to the house and they're all leaving. I have poly'ed the stairs once. The door is done. The drywall isn't. I leave. Justin stays. I go to the paint store to pick up samples. I get sick to my stomach in the paint store with Charlie with me. Fabulous.
                1pm: Carter comes by to help Justin sort out the kitchen.
                3pm: Justin's mom comes into town. We go back to the house to show her it. I paint the samples on to the walls. Carter leaves. I leave. Marion leaves. Justin stays.
              
Tuesday 8am: I am "sick" from work and end up polying stairs at 10:30am with much whining, crying, fussing and carrying on. I start putting together ONE of the 126 kitchen items. I take one hour to do the corner cabinet.

              3pm: Back to daycare to get the little guy and go home. Justin to get his hair cut.
              6pm: Justin entertains a guy looking to buy his dobro guitar. Then goes back to the house to meet the electrician for the final work. Polies the chimney and the stairs one. Last. Time. Dear. God.

Wednesday 8am: At work. Leaving for vacation at noon.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Are you ready for this? Kitchen coming along!

Okay, I'm trying to be super positive, but truth be told, I'm sad that I sit at home writing about this while Justin "gets" to work. No, it isn't glamorous work, but I wanted to do this together, not have other people going over there to take my place (thanks other people! You are loved regardless). It would take way longer with a girl at this point, especially with a girl who knows nothing about drywalling, but still. I also feel a bit like a prisoner in my home. I had some a hankering for chips tonight but no chips would be available without leaving the baby sleeping and walking a block. Yeah, I seriously considered. Even "phoned a friend". Who told me to go. Which meant I had to stay (that friend is always like "girl! I would go to the club once he was in bed! GO!" Well, she's not like that, but you know.).
So I sit and eat and get fat and Justin works, doesn't sleep and feels a strong sense of satisfaction. Good for him.
Here are the long awaited results (I mean in the sense that you don't care about me, you want to see before-and-after porn, I know, I'm like you).




Well, you can't see the floors because they're covered in plastic, which, by the way, are doing dick-all to protect them in any way. We suck. And I'm going to bed. My captor, Mr. Baby, has been teething and waking screaming at 5:30am and wants that to be morning time, and so it is. And so I'm losing patience. No sleep equals depressed renovator (or mom, or workerbee, etc).



Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Tree Stump Side Table and Beautiful Flower Gifts


The Art of Doing Stuff blog
I'm a SO gonna do this with our leftover "Bye-bye-Tree" stumps sitting by the greenhouse (correction: dilapidated shack).
http://www.theartofdoingstuff.com/stumped-how-to-make-a-tree-stump-table/










And here are some of the flowers we were given with this house. 
Marshmallow! Medicinal

Raspberry! Chuckbaby favourite!


Touch Me Nots- highly invasive.
 Oh well, can't win em all.

Delphiniums a little outta control in the yard

Ground cover I don't know the name of
Brown-eyes Susans...right?

Beautiful thyme flowers



Lead Paint

See the "newel post" above, eh? Eh? I know new words!
About two weeks ago, when I first started scraping paint off the newel post (that is a fancy word for the post at the bottom of the stairwell), I looked into lead paint. What I found was enough to make me regret buying this house at all.

I know it's probably obvious to the rest of y'all, but lead paint and children don't mix. And one of the best (or worst) ways to offend with it, is to dry scrape/sand it off surfaces. Which is exactly what I was doing.

After halting any paint removal, I spent a couple of weeks trying to convince Justin of the problem, and the fact we may have exposed even more during the demo if the plaster had lead paint on it, or the floors that we sanded had lead paint on them (they had been painted previously and had a lot left in the corners, where I would usually sand without even a mask).

Justin didn't really listen to my concerns, until his hand started tingling. And I had some major intestinal woes on Sunday, one day after sanding our stairs some more (while wearing a full mask this time, the good one).

So off he went to the Doctor yesterday. Well, it turns out he likely has carpal tunnel in his right arm. And I was probably suffering from my ongoing hormone issues postpartum/breastfeeding as usual. Still, it finally shook Justin what we were doing. Eating 90% organic food (with the exception lately of dominoes pizza and bbq chips), yet eventually moving our family, including the littlest guy, into a home that may continually have lead dust from opening and closing windows, or worse, having said little guy chew on a window ledge (trust me, he will, you should see his crib!).

So while my fears haven't been absolved, at least they have been made more realistic. Looking for solutions (replacing all window ledges? Painting over all trim until we can have it stripped off site and repainted?) is one way to mediate our fears now.

I should share that the Doctor thought Justin had gone totally coo-koo with his lead poisoning theory. He said, slowly "this is very, very rare, lead poisoning" (in his fantastic Indian accent that for some reason makes you feel like a very neurotic white American). Still, Doctors don't know everything, but we are both feeling a little better. We also thought that prolonging our move-in would be for the best. Of course, we won't have one day left to take off by the end of August with Justin's new job and my total lack of accrued vacay days, but at least we have a plan and feel (slightly) good about the house again.



On that note, Justin and his daddy-o started drywalling the kitchen ceiling last night. Boo-yeah! And for those who also watch DIY/Reno shows on TV, just know, the wife does NOT have to hold up the drywall to be put on the ceiling. You simply build a quicky prop with 2 2by4s that holds it up. Not sure why those shows continually propogate suffering on wives!



I know what you're thinking. You're thinking,
"Nice drywalling Justin. But what really stands out is
the sparkle in that kitchen window. Obviously someone
put a lot of work into cleaning each window on a hot
day while making sure their baby didn't run away. Nice."
Thanks.

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Staircase

Before


After
In 2 hours last night, I got about 4 stairs washed. The tar adhesive was so nasty, I think the stairs, at a per hour labour, have been our biggest challenge yet. The kitchen in its entirety may compete with that eventually due to the plaster demo, electrical, plumbing, install, etc, but at this  point, these stairs take the crown.
The metal edging over the noses wasn't hard to remove. The linoleum was challenging to remove. The tar adhesive was brutal to remove, and the adhesive/clay at this stage is moderately challenging. See that home depot bucket? I refill that every half tread. So I fill 2 buckets and work with those for every.
Single.
Tread.

The work is like having thick clay on a surface. You wet it and it becomes thicker and thicker. So even the first rinsing dirties the whole bucket and I resolve to "wash" with dirty water for most of the cleaning. But slowly it is coming off.

If I had known that simply cleaning would prove this effective, I would have gone lighter on the lino removal. Of course, hindsight is 20/20 because between me and Justin taking shifts at the house, it's hard to know at what point water would have worked. But the stairs have some nasty gouges in them from our removal process. Hopefully all of this is not for nought and we can sand them back into shape.

The black paint of the risers is iffy for me. Does it contain lead?  Should we try removal? Painting over with white (or even black?). I don't know.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

And Down Came the Tree

Yesterday Mr. Roman from The Real Tree Whackers came by and chopped down the middle spruce tree. The photo below at the top is from 1999 when the last owner actually bought the house. You can actually see the fact that there is a house behind the trees in that photo.


 Then we come to this photo above. The house is being swallowed. The middle one has completely uprooted the pathway to the backyard, the far right one is doing the same, all the way to the foundation, and the far left one bugs me the most because it blocks all of the light for any flowers or plants in the front yard.


And here is the house. Wow. Really highlights the links in the chain don't you think;) My coworker who lives a few blocks down and passes by everyday came in at lunch yesterday. She said "you'll love it! But the house is really, really dirty." Sigh.

Monday, July 16, 2012

Exhausted, not from renos but from bickering

There's a darling photo Jen took last night of me and Justin. We are sitting on the couch, me looking angry and giving a crude gesture to the camera, while Justin is leaning over me, looking mocking. However, in the background can be seen our loving maternity and wedding photos hanging up. I couldn't post it because it may be too crude for even this blog. But it speaks to how I feel. Exhausted, defeated and pissed off.

Anyways, here are another couple before and afters of the floor. Truth be told, I'm really thinking the dark stain was a bad choice. We should have gone natural. But such is life. Life is a bitch.




Living Room Before sanding
Living Room After sanding
Living Room Post Sanding, wet with top coat



Upstairs Hallway post-sanding
Upstairs Hallway post-staining

Sunday, July 15, 2012

It was love at first stain

Last night Justin started to stain for the first time. So it took us from July 3rd to July 14th to start staining. Our neighbour insinuated yesterday we were going slow, but we've only had 2 weekends, and Justin is working alone 95% of the time with me taking care of Charlie. I would say we have spent all together about three 12 hour days, plus evenings totaling maybe another 20 hours working on the house total. Combined with help from dads, friends and me, maximum time spent on the floors is likely only 80 hours. That includes time spent demo'ing the plaster and lath (about 30 hours or more), ripping up the old vinyl, lino and tar adhesives (about 25 hours),removing the nails , and doing fixes and we've really only spent about 30 hours maximum actually on the floors. People are so impatient!

If you are going to sand, make sure you prep your cracks FIRST. Going back over everything after trowel filling all the cracks was indeed demoralizing (same neighbours asked how demoralized I was feeling yesterday. I refused to give in to that, and took it as a challenge frankly).

The other thing was that we were going to water pop the floor which means wetting it down first to bring the grain up, which helps with the colour. However, after I last-minute researched, we realized this would take a whole extra day because you need the humidity to be the same after wetting, and you need a humidity measure, and you need  a way to keep the water consistent, etc, etc. You could make it so perfect, and of course, we don't want to redo it in 5 years. But you also have to accept that it's a small house that will have rugs, furniture and a little guy on it. Will we really notice in a month? I hope not.

Anyways, here are some photos of the stain. We thought at first not to do a second coat, but I think it needs it now that we saw last night's result dry.


The far left shows the dried stain from last night. 

This is fresh (stinky) stain. When the trim is put back on, it should really pop. For now, the first thing my eye was drawn to was the messy wall/floor edge.Hopefully the contrast will take away from the sanding, stain marks on the floor which were inevitable from years of abuse and neglect (okay fine, plus our own abuse put on it).

Before and After flooring.



 Justin is back sanding today because the drum sander marks between the drum and the edger was showing up really light. Me, I whipped over for the umpteenth time to Home Depot to buy yet more sanding paper. I am actually getting to enjoy Home Depot, which I never thought was possible.

Friday, July 13, 2012

Victorian? Huh??

So based on the aspect of the gable, facing sideways to the street, meaning basically the house is wide and not long, I was SURE (SURE!!) that we had a colonial revival. Now don't get me wrong, this house is the next thing up from an eyesore right now. I'm aware. And even with some love, it will never be an unique Colonial, but it gave me a place to go from when accepting or searching for furniture, fixtures, etc.

However, the heat register peaked my interest tonight, so I did a little zooming in on our photos and a little google image search and voila, I got a Victorian register come up. Weird right?
Here is a description from http://www.columbusarchitecturalsalvage.com:

DESCRIPTION:
Very nice vintage/antique architectural salvage cast iron heat register grate with operable louvers. This heat grate has a wonderful Victorian sunburst design and measures approximately 10" x 12" (insert dimensions) and 12" x 14" (overall dimensions).

The price said $75. Hmm, cool. No idea what the accuracy is, or the story behind the design, but I have another thing to read about while sitting at home with a sleeping Charlie while Justin does all the grunt work. A little sad about that actually:(  But at least I'm kept occupied in ways.

Living Room Floors - Befores and Afters







WOW! Look at those beautifully sanded floors! These last two really show the work Justin went through getting this done. Back-breaking, but so worth it, right?