It’s prime time

August 3rd, 2009

Ahh, sweet progress. This weekend mad applied the first coat of primer to the living room. I know what you’re thinking–first coat? Well, these walls are in pretty rough shape–priming them was the best way to tell what additional spackling needed to be done. Regardless, it does feel less depressing to walk into the room and see white rather than a combination of yellow, green, and don’t even ask. Take a look at the before and (slightly posed) during shots to see for yourself. We have a little more spackling to do (please send your thoughts to Mike who will have to spackle part of the ceiling, yikes), one more coat of primer, and then the painting can begin!

Post Wally's, pre-primer corner of living room

Post Wally's, pre-primer corner of living room

Mike during the prime process; fun was had

Mike during the prime process; fun was had

Living Room Progress

July 27th, 2009

I’m happy to report that progress is being made in the living room–slowly, but surely. Our living room is close to being ready for primer. This is due in large part to another home improvement product that is on mad’s side. Thanks to copious online research (including watching online reruns of “This Old House”) mad found Wally’s Plaster Magic (no, I didn’t made that name up). This product is designed for people with old plaster walls that have “slipped off the lath.” When this happens, your walls wiggle (which is not considered ideal). Through Wally’s multi-step process we were able to re-glue the plaster to the lath–and it worked! mad’s goal is to address things like this properly–without ripping all the character out of the house. We want to keep the sturdy, insulating, sound-proofing plaster rather than rip it down and put drywall up. Not only does it maintain the character of the house, but it is quite a bit more economical. Now that our walls don’t wiggle, we’ve been spackling and skimming with glee towards the glorious moment when we’ll be able to prime, and spirits willing, paint. mad is also trying to stick to our “one room at a time” philosophy. We quickly figured out that working through one room at a time until it’s finished is more our style–and allows us to embrace a little bit of organization in a life otherwise filled with chaos. What do we have left to do in the living room, you ask? Just a little:

  1. Scrape the loose paint off the ceiling and spackle
  2. Purchase and attach new moulding around the “fireplace”
  3. Prime the walls, ceilings, and mouldings
  4. Paint

We’ll post before and after pics when it’s done, which we’re hoping will be relatively (and I mean relatively) soon.

thank you Wally--though we think something called "magical" shouldn't require so much work

thank you Wally--though we think something called "magic" shouldn't require so much work

the little things help a lot

July 23rd, 2009

Transitioning from a nicely apportioned, full-service apartment building to a 100-year-old house that needs a lot of work is an interesting experience.  We can accept that we’re only living in two rooms and can’t remember what it feels like to have a rug underfoot. But we cannot accept the pull-chain light in the bathroom. Allow me to explain. The bathroom upstairs has some “period” details. Like the claw-foot tub that if given the opportunity, Duckie the cat would spend all day and night hidden under. So we keep the door to said bathroom closed. This wouldn’t be a big deal if not for the pull-chain light. Do you remember these? Perhaps from when you visited your grandmother’s house in the 1970’s (because by now she’s updated it). It also wouldn’t be such a big deal if the pull-chain light was somewhere other than the middle of the room right over the shower rod. Or if we didn’t have 1,000 year old plaster walls that would infect us with typhus and destroy our humor if we tried to rip them up to install a light switch (you would have thought that Gerard the electrician saw a ghost dropping a hair dryer into a tub filled with water when we asked if he could install said switch). So by week two in the new mad maison, we were ready for one of those new-fangled geeky appliances known as a light switch. We had dreams of going into the bathroom in the middle of the night and not stubbing our toe and stumbling into the walls while keeping our legs crossed looking for the darn chain. Like Joan of Arc or Deborah from the Torah, I was motivated to act.

I saw a light emanating from my laptop. It led me to google. And the internet spoke to me. Through a fellow blogger who long since abandoned her post, I found out about the wireless light socket switch. I’ve seen (and used) similar devices for outlets, but did not know that you could get such a device for a light socket. And so, my friend amazon.com fulfilled our needs and sent us the apparatus. Of course, we had to switch the light fixture out before we could use it–but once we had everything set up the fog lifted and the angels sang (or maybe that was just a cat meowing from outside the bathroom door). We can now walk into the bathroom and turn on the light with a flip of a switch. It might not be as good as an elevator, porter, and super on call, but it will placate us for a while, at least. Until we find the next little thing.

who knew this little device could inspire such prose?

who knew this little device could inspire such prose?

free at last. . .

July 21st, 2009
welcome to cell block maison

welcome to cell block maison

I’ve alluded to the gate on the front of the door. It was installed for reasons I’ve never been sure of–the neighborhood never warranted it. In addition to restricting light and making a lot of noise whenever someone came or went, it really set a non-mad tone for all who approached our door: “go away.” Not to mention that we felt like we were incarcerated.

It took us about 2.5 seconds to decide that it needed to come off. Of course, they call it a security gate for a reason. You can’t remove a gate like this with a screwdriver. Who did we call? The brother-man. Mi hermano is comfortable using all kinds of tools, including scary metal-cutting tools that generate crazy sparks. But with the right tool, it took him only about an hour to get the gate off.

the best door ever

the best door ever

Of course, much like Sean Connery in “The Rock” he had to wear some strange head gear and time his way under the flames just so. Needless to say, we were impressed. And while there’s still much to do (including painting the exterior of the house), getting that gate off has lightened the mood here at mad maison. We’re not sure if we’ll end up replacing the door, but right now we think it is the best door, ever.

our liberator. . . didn't anyone tell him he was already inducted into the mad hall of fame?

our liberator. . . didn't anyone tell him he was already inducted into the mad hall of fame?

checking things off

July 14th, 2009

OK, perhaps we’re grasping at straws, but mad is feeling pretty good today. We’ve been working hard over the past few weeks: scrubbing and scraping, and scrubbing some more. And while mad has finished tasks in the legal sense (scraping wallpaper off the living room walls, setting up our home network), today we completed something that doesn’t have another chapter. Our doorbell was broken. And when you live in a house with a scary metal gate over the front door (another task that’s almost complete), you realize having a doorbell helps. So today, thanks to spirit and wit (and a screwdriver), mad replaced the doorbell with one that actually works. Now, to say that mad completed this task is a little bit of a stretch. Mike is the member of mad that purchased the doorbell, he’s also the person who balanced himself at the top of the stepladder and removed the old, rusted doorbell, and he’s the one who installed the new doorbell. However, Mike says I participated in critical ways: the online research to diagnose the problem and suggest a remedy, reading the documentation, and handing Mike the screwdriver when he stood perched atop the stepladder. Of course, I also completed the test ringing of said bell. I admit, Mike is the real hero of mad today, but I’m happy to serve as witness and documentarian for this historic milestone.

Our completed doorbell project; please ignore the wallpaper, that's a different project.

Our completed doorbell project; please ignore the wallpaper, that's a different project.

One step forward. . .

July 13th, 2009

sometimes feels like two steps back. Such is the joy of fixing up an old house. Take our new Living Room, for example. After trying multiple methods, mad found that an over-the-counter wallpaper remover has worked best to remove the 1,000 year old wallpaper from our plaster walls. Of course, we’ve quickly realized (both through direct experience and extensive online research) that many folks back in the old days used wallpaper as a literal bandage over imperfect plaster walls. So our original plan to have the living room painted in a few days will have to wait until we receive the magic plaster repair glue. Until then, we’ll wash and spackle those parts of the wall that aren’t popping off the lath (I know, I sound just like someone on “This Old House”). And while the magic spray works wonders on that top layer of wallpaper, when there is more than one layer or ornery adhesive (or mystery substance, as in the case of our hallway), it all comes down to elbow grease. The good news is that getting all that wallpaper off in one little room gave us our first ray of hope that one day, we’ll live in the clean, organized, peaceful environment we had grown so accustomed to in Queens.

finally, a home repair resource that's on mad's side

finally, a home repair resource that's on mad's side

Back at it

July 4th, 2009

Mad is back. While initially Mike and Denise were thrilled to have a house free of furniture to complete home improvement tasks in, we’re now happy to announce that our furniture arrived yesterday. There is no experience more sublime than sleeping in your bed, with your sheets, after over three weeks of hotel beds and air mattresses. Today, mad went beyond stripping wallpaper to removing a bunch (and by bunch I mean four) of interior doors on the main level of the house. It immediately opened the house up and made our furniture “fit” the house a little more. In addition, we’ve started the process of removing the intense security gate that my grandparents had installed (it’s a little overkill for the neighborhood). We’ve installed a piece of plexiglass over the large glass opening in the door to diffuse the light, increase privacy, and improve safety sans gate. When I find my camera under the boxes, I’ll share more. To follow up on our previous post, things have improved on the infrastructure front. We now have a fully-functional bathroom with a working shower and toilet, and the electrician has started to improve our power situation with more improvements slated for Tuesday (by which time we should even have a working doorbell). Happy fourth of July for everyone in the states!

mad in SF. . . in every way

June 24th, 2009

Yes, we made it. Our cross country drive went pretty much as planned (more later, I promise). Today, our first full day in SF, the cable guy came and hooked up our internet access. In other respects, we’re camping indoors. It’s true that you don’t appreciate the little things like running water and a working toilet in the same room until you’ve lost it. Therefore, mad will be focused on some critical infrastructure projects this week before I go back to work–removing wallpaper and painting will have to wait until the little things like electricity and plumbing are addressed. But we do have broadband, which placates me a little and makes it easier to resolve the other issues.

mad on the road

June 19th, 2009

Greetings from Iowa! mad hit the road on Wednesday. Despite a 3-hour delay where mad and our two cats were stuck camping on the highway with our fellow motorists due to a downed power line in Ohio, we’ve been having fun so far. What’s made the trip a lot less painful is that the cats (and our younger cat, Duckie, in particular) have been a lot more cooperative than they were five years ago. When I drove with my pops four years ago, Duckie would find a way to hide every morning in the hotel room, causing us to take the room apart. Both yesterday and today he emerged in the morning so we could put him in his carrier. Mike and I have taken pictures which we’ll share in a future post. Today, we drive through Nebraska–wish us luck!

it’s all gone

June 15th, 2009

We are well under way. Today, the movers came and took almost all of our earthly possessions. Yes, we have our wonderful database where our belongings are catalogued and tracked, but yesterday we were still packing in a frenzied dash (why does that always happen?). The clear sign was at 11pm when we were tired and realized we had a bunch of hangers and some bathroom items we forgot to pack. They all went in one box, requiring a little. . .brute force. In honor of this moment we selected a rather fitting name for said box.

a rather fitting name. . .and yes, that's 83 boxes!

a rather fitting name. . .and yes, that's 83 boxes!

A few months ago we selected Moovers, Inc. to move our household items across the country. They came with a bevy of endorsements, and the person who provided the estimate came across as the most honest and straightforward of the three who came to our house. While our experience isn’t over, the start of our Moovers experience has lived up to the hype. Four men showed up to pack up our two bedroom apartment. They wrapped every piece of furniture, and the inventory they completed rivaled my own. In addition, they acknowledged how organized we were before they even began. Without taking any real breaks they worked from 9 to 5 straight prepping and packing our place. And for the record, the total number of items they actually loaded was within the margin of error the estimator predicted. If our cats, Max & Duckie, hadn’t cried, moaned, and freaked out the whole time it would have been almost blissful.

Tonight we’re camping out in our own apartment. We’re sleeping on an air mattress, and we ate dinner on our windowsill (Mike said it felt like a Parisian bistro). Tomorrow we clean, and Wednesday we hit the road. At this point, however, my greatest hope is that Max emerges from the bathroom windowsill at some point tonight.

bon voyage!

June 12th, 2009

It has officially begun. Today, mad took our second car to the DAS auto shipping terminal. We received quotes from three different auto shippers–and we picked the company that provides an online tracking system, is the preferred auto shipper for ebay, and offered the cheapest price. They’re cheaper because we have to drop off and pick up the car at a terminal. For approximately $20 in tolls we drove the car the 20 miles to Linden, NJ and saved over $300 (seemed like a good trade off to us). It also gave us the opportunity to enjoy our last few moments in New York. Finally, it symbolizes the beginning of the move–there’s no turning back now. This weekend we’re packing the last of our household items and prepping our other car for the trip across this great country of ours. We’ll let you know how the car fares on its journey.

happy trails, mad car

happy trails, mad car

There are some things I won’t miss

June 12th, 2009

In an earlier post I talked about the joys of NY City living, including the conveniences of living in a full-service building. There are some things I’m glad to be rid of. While the folks who work in my building are great, the property management firm that oversees my building provides me with regular lessons in patience and karma. In order to have anything brought in or out of the building, the company delivering (or removing) the items has to fax a certificate of insurance to the property manager. Given my tendencies, I had spoken with the moving company about this months ago when we first selected them, and I followed up with them and found out they faxed the certificate of insurance to my property manager on June 6. Of course, my property manager didn’t contact me or the movers to confirm or let us know if there was anything wrong with the certificate. I called today, and they said they didn’t receive the certificate (check the boards in Vegas for the odds on the accuracy of that statement). I faxed them a second copy, and called back–only to find out at that point that the certificate needed some changes. Understand, these people will stop the movers from entering the building if there’s one T left uncrossed or one I left undotted. Therefore, in addition to wrapping up things at work before my “vacation” started, I had to deal with faxing and phoning these people who seem to be put on this earth to make things more difficult. Needless to say, knowing that in a few short weeks (once I get back my security deposit back) I won’t have to deal with another property manager (hopefully ever) brings a feeling of joy into my heart.

Red tape never disappears completely, but here's to shedding some of it

Red tape never disappears completely, but here's to shedding some of it

Down to the wire

June 10th, 2009

I admit it, the anxiety has set in. We’re down to the last week before we leave the Empire state. Tomorrow is my last day of work, Friday we drop the second car at the car shipper, Monday the movers arrive. Tonight we had dinner with our wonderful neighbors Terri and Jerry (very sad), and we’ve gotten the cross-country tags for the cats in case they try to escape while we’re on the road. Even though we already have 46 boxes packed, I won’t feel like we’re ready for the movers until every last item is prepped and packed. Who would’ve thought that hitting the road towards Nebraska would be a relief! Our intent is to publish posts from the road–but I will admit that day after day of driving 500+ miles might lead to a night or two where we just crash. It’s hard to believe we’re so close to leaving!

For me, living like this right now is reassuring

For me, living like this right now is reassuring

our last knish

June 6th, 2009

When you’re leaving a city like New York, you want to savor every last bit you can. You tell yourself that your ability to get an authentic knish will be severely limited in San Francisco. So, for the first time in almost a year you stop and get knishes. They’re so good going down. But then, about 10 minutes after eating said knishes, you remember why you don’t eat them on a regular basis. Then you look at your partner in crime and say “thank God there aren’t an abundance of knishes in San Francisco.” In case you’re curious, knishes are not good packing food.

so good, and yet, so bad

so good, and yet, so bad

mad accomplishments on both coasts

June 2nd, 2009

The bi-coastal efforts of mad maison continue. I’m happy to report that after months of sorting through over 60 years of my family’s possessions, the main rooms of the house have been cleared of all items by my family. There’s still some furniture in the garage for mad to go through and potentially restore and/or sell, but the floors are empty and ready to be refinished. Even with the existing floors you can easily see the potential of the beautiful Victorian architecture. There will be plenty of work for mad after the floors are done, but things are really starting to shape up.

While not nearly as noteworthy, I’m also happy to report that my assistant and I packed up my NY office today. With my work-from-home days I only have one day left of driving the 40 miles to my NY office!

The emptied living and dining rooms in SF.

The emptied living and dining rooms in SF.

The emptied bedrooms upstairs in SF.

The emptied bedrooms upstairs in SF.

Walking West

May 31st, 2009

After providing Denise with blog assistance for the past month or so, I figured it was time to become a full-fledged contributor. As Denise has mentioned previously, I’m a New York native, but I’m very enthusiastic about our move to San Francisco. I’ve been lucky enough to discover SF’s gorgeous landscape & quirky charms during prior trips, and it’s a nice feeling to be able to trade one world-renowned cosmopolitan city for another.

One of the many things I’m looking forward to in SF is to discover it for the first time as a walking city. To me, one of the sublime & largely unwritten merits of NYC is the ease of walking through the many diverse neighborhoods of the city, and being able to perpetually make new discoveries along the way. It just seems that many times, history & local color are more internalized by walking through the boroughs, rather than passively reflecting out the car window (though that does have its benefits, as well). There’s a unique feeling, strange & warm all at once — when you’re able to see something unusual or discover a new route, alley or landmark you’ve never seen before, and it’s very early in the morning, and you feel like the only person for miles who’s been lucky enough to see this revelation, even though you’re in the middle of a city with over 8 million people.

SF certainly has a reputation for being one of the great walking cities of the world, and I’m looking forward to taking advantage. I’m grateful to have a partner who’s supportive of these endeavors. She’s even gone as far as to procure a SF Biking Map for my benefit, even though I’m not much of a cyclist. This map not only gives a nice, comprehensive overview of the city, but also displays the grades of SF’s famous steep hills. So, not only will we be involved in the adventure of driving cross-country & fixing up an old house, but I’ll be discovering SF’s rich history & varied, colorful neighborhoods, one block at a time.

a treasure map, of sorts

a treasure map, of sorts

the curse of Frederick Walton

May 30th, 2009

Today, while Mike and I were packing a few boxes, my Pops was chipping away at the linoleum problem in San Francisco. Much like wallpaper, it seems my grandparents had a strong penchant for linoleum. While other people can’t resist the warmth of wood, or the durability of tile, my grandfather became enamored with this almost magical invention of Frederick Walton. He even used it to protect the perimeter of his wood floors that he laid carpet on top of.

Unfortunately, much like wallpaper, removing linoleum is a challenging enterprise. Mad has decided to expose the original wood floors throughout the house (most likely douglas fir). Therefore, Denise’s Pops is working diligently on sanding and staining the floors in the living, dining, and bedrooms before we arrive. So while my pops is removing the linoleum “borders” that my grandfather laid in three rooms of the house, the members of mad will be addressing the rest.

We know your thoughts are with us.

samples of the linoleum found throughout the house

samples of the linoleum found throughout the house

The route is set

May 29th, 2009

In addition to packing up our apartment here in Queens and preparing to move into and fix up the new place in San Francisco, Mike and I have a cross-country trip to prepare for. Because we have two cars (and two cats), it’s much cheaper (and more adventurous) to drive one of those cars across this great country of ours.

When I embarked on a similar journey with Pops almost five years ago, we initially thought we would pick our lodgings based on when we were tired of driving. That lasted one night. Pops and I were in Ely, Nevada. We were tired, and I was on the verge of losing it. That first day, the cats spent most of it trying to jump ship and it had been a long day. Ely, Nevada, despite a plethora of motels, was not welcoming. There were no rooms at the Best Western, the Motel 6, the Super 8, the Hilton, or any of the other chain-brand motels in town. So Pops, me, and the two cats stayed at the El Rancho Motel. The only thing memorable about the El Rancho Motel is that it was the cheapest motel I’ve ever stayed in ($39 for the night). After that, Pops made sure to plot our course (one that allowed me to take in Mount Rushmore) and made reservations the rest of the way. By the time we got to the Best Western Motel in Cheyenne, Wyoming (in the pouring rain), the hotel was booked. Man, were we glad we had a reservation.

Mike and I want to enjoy our journey, but we also don’t want to linger. We’ll be leaving NY 36 hours after the movers leave (giving us a little time to complete a final cleaning pass), and we’re still hoping to beat the moving truck so we can paint the one room that is wallpaper-free before they arrive. Therefore, we’ve plotted out a very straightforward route with approximately 8 hours of driving per day. And yes, we have already made our hotel reservations.

The mad route

The mad route

One view, or another

May 26th, 2009

Mike and I are lucky enough to live in a small enclave of Queens that looks nothing like the rest of New York City. Our neighborhood was built in 1906 to resemble an English Tudor village, and even our British neighbor Janey says those designers succeeded. What that also means is that we have a very unusual view out of our apartment. From our  living room windows (the best feature of the apartment) we have scenery that’s always beautiful yet changes with the seasons. I couldn’t remember what was visible out of my grandmother’s windows. Again, Hall of Fame inductee #2, my brother, came to our aid. While we know that the fog will have a more dramatic impact on what we see from day to day, we’re excited to know that we’ll have a different kind of urban backdrop to enjoy. One of the pictures he took even hints that on some days, when the fog lifts, we might even see a hint of the bay. You’ll just have to keep on reading madmaison.com to find out if that turns out to be true.

Our atypical Queens view in autumn.

Our atypical Queens view in autumn.

Our new urban backdrop, with surprises waiting for us behind the fog.

Our new urban backdrop, with surprises waiting for us behind the fog.

the ennui of kartong

May 22nd, 2009

Before we were a twinkle in the others eye, on opposite sides of this great country of ours, Mike and I had executed many moves. So we’re aware that every move requires cardboard. Of course, in our youth, this is what the loading dock of the grocery store was for. Unfortunately, now that we’re a little more selective with the possessions we hold onto, we’re less comfortable with the concept of our books and stereo equipment sharing space with rancid vinaigrette. In addition, my type A tendencies have reached a zenith (I hope) and I can’t resist the appeal of having the ideal shaped and sized boxes for our various belongings.

Therefore, we made the conscious decision to purchase boxes. Of course, my gene pool does not allow me to pay retail for such items, and Mike, on a good day, can be described as frugal. So to the internet we went–the haven of the unfulfilled researcher. Not surprisingly, Mike and I uncovered a secret cartel of cardboard manufacturers, retailers, and wholesalers. No matter where we searched, the price of cardboard items was pretty much the same. We ended up going to a wholesaler in Long Island City. Given the amount we paid for the boxes we purchased, I was pleased to discover that we’re now also a partial owner of the cardboard wholesale business.

At least we didn’t pay retail.

cardboard

more expensive by weight than gold. . .