More Than One Way to Skin a House

The main framing had been completed (not the interior build-out), so we then turned to sheathing and roof-decking for the house.

Originally, as pictured in the previous post, behind the vinyl siding, which covered the old wood siding, was tar-felt roofing paper nailed against the studs. If we were going to make this house energy efficient and structurally robust, we needed to put up new plywood/OSB sheathing, housewrap, and new siding. I was attempting to save and put the old wood siding back up, but too many of the weatherboards were too far gone to piece in new boards and refinish the old ones on a reasonable budget. However, we did find another use for them, which will be detailed in later posts.

So, the new wall assembly had to reflect the new energy-efficient and renewable energy powered future of the house---without compromising historical sensibilities, and without increasing the width of the house.

The shiny material is a double-faced foil, radiant/vapor barrier house wrap which reflects the radiant heat from the structure and protects the wood from moisture. This feature will reduce the heat permeating into the structure, allowing the building to stay relatively cool on a hot, sunny day. This will also reduce the cooling load of the HVAC system because it will have to work less to cool the house down when it is running.

This material was also put down on top of the roof decking (with ice and water shield) to further reflect heat from the sun. This, in conjunction with a white metal roof, will not only markedly increase the energy efficiency of the structure, but also assure longevity and comfort within the house. Normally, since the second floor is just below the roof, it might become incredibly hot with just an asphalt roof and no reflective protection. However, since we decided to pursue this building strategy, the house will allow comfortable habitation on the second floor on some of the hottest days.

On Solid Ground and Razing the Roof

All right e'erbody, back to the building part. So, I'm just going to rewind a little and go back to a little before we got the stop work order.

We built up the sub floor and got a solid surface off of which to work. After that, we needed to fix the side of the house's framing and also shore up the central load bearing wall. The house's three major walls' framing needed to be carefully taken out (if they were bad) and replaced or repaired in place. To accomplish this, we had to jack up the roof rafters near the wall, cut the framing out from the floor, and put new boards in, setting the roof rafters back on the new wall. And that's exactly what we did.

We began on the South Side, working from the back to the front.

We did the same thing on the North Side, then beefed up the central wall, as it needed to support the 2nd floor. Once this was completed, we could then start making the attic the second floor.

We built up the joists for second floor, and as soon as we had a sturdy surface, we were able to cut a hole for the staircase. Stairbuilding is difficult, but with the proper math and accounting for landing placement, it can come out wonderfully. I have Albert and George to thank for their experience and intelligence, they made it so that the stairs landed perfectly on the second floor. We were initially worried that the stairs would land too far into the hallway of the second floor, making it so that you would basically run right into the wall on the other side. But with precise calculation and work, it came out exactly where it needed to be.

It was the next project that we pursued which got us the stop work order: The dormer. From these pictures, you can see that we removed the roof in this section, built up a wall and attached rafters. We didn't just tear these out, we built bracing so that the roof would not collapse. It was shortly after we finished most of the framing for the dormer when we received the "STOP WORK" order. Now that we're caught up to speed, look for further progress in the next post.

...And We're Back: Part V(ictory)

After Mardi Gras, I was emotionally, financially, spiritually, liver-ly, and utterly spent. Ash Wednesday is there as the day when you assess yourself and say, "Yeah, let's try to work on that a little." or "Let's finally get around to doing that." For Lent, or for life, people give up things as a way to better themselves or turn a corner on something. But I gave up something that I wasn't sure would better myself, or which I wasn't sure would have a good outcome. It was something I thought was essential to my being, and maybe it is, but at this point, I felt I had to stop it. What is it? Figure it out.

On Ash Wednesday, I called the survey company and asked them what the status of the survey was. I was very understanding of them, even though they said the survey would be done on Monday.

Me: "So, when is this survey going to be done?"

Surveyor: "Well, it's already done. You can come pick it up."

Me: "Wait, I asked you guys to call me when you were going out there. I wanted to make sure that things were going right. How did the survey come out?"

Surveyor: "Oh, well, you had 3 ft. on that left side...

Me: "Wait, so you're telling me that the left side--North Side--of the house has a 3 ft. setback?"

Surveyor: "Yessir."

Me: "Sir, I can't thank you enough."

Surveyor: "Not a problem, buddy."

The surveyor had confirmed my assertion, and we could have our windows back in the plans. I was giddy again. I had Colin and Tony re-organize and put the windows back in the plans. On Friday, late in the day, we were able to get a final set together. I raced down to City Hall at 3:30pm, hoping to put the plans in the reviewer's hands.

When I got there, the plan reviewer had left for the day. I left them in his mailbox, and I would have to wait until next week to hear back about them.

It was after this that I then had to go meet up with the clients: My parents. They had planned this trip down to NOLA to check on the progress of the house way before the permitting problems, and they had hoped that the house would be further along by this time. Over the last 6 weeks, they had listened to me gripe about the city, the inanity of absolutely everything, and taken everything with a grain of salt. On a side note, the day I turned the last draft of the plans in, an article detailing the absolute dysfunction within City Hall was published in the Times-Picayune, our local paper. It was remarkably timely and I felt like they should have interviewed me for it.

New Orleans' City Hall Dysfunction Leaves Specialist "Shocked" by Michelle Krupa

However, with my parents in town, it was also the weekend for St. Patrick's Day celebration in New Orleans. What does that mean? As if Mardi Gras didn't tire everyone out enough, more parades and more booze. And, it means you get to show your dad what a little slice of life in New Orleans is all about.

After a rather tumultuous weekend, Monday arrived and my parents had gone back up to Illinois, confident that progress had been, and could be, made. I started my day doing schoolwork (I go to grad school too), and at around 10am I got a call.

Me: "Hello?"

Plan Reviewer: "Hey...Listen, we've got your plans and your permit ready, you just need to come pick them up."

(Angels and Choir Sing)

Me: "Thank you so much for your help!"

Plan Reviewer: "Hey, I spoke with the inspector and everything's fine, and if you have any problems, I'm on your side now."

I picked up the plans a half-hour later. It was March 14, six weeks after the work stoppage had started. This day also had other significance and tumult in its own right, but it was time to get geared up and start (re)building again.

...And We're Back: Part IV---Mardi Gras

I learned the next day that the application had cleared zoning that afternoon. In an effort to check up and see if things had progressed more, I called the young plan reviewer whom I had spoken to. It was Friday, there was no answer, so I left a message with his voicemail, figuring that I would have to wait until the following week to hear from them. We were getting close to a month of having our work stopped.

I missed a call from the City as I was working on a roof installing a solar electric system for a client during the following week. I hopped off the roof and called back. I started doing a little dance in anticipation of the good news...

Me: "Hey, I just missed a call from you..."

Plan Reviewer: "Hello, how are you doing today?"

Me: "Well, doing just fine, how are you?"

Plan Reviewer: "Good. Listen, I've got your plans in front of me, and while the dormer in question is looking good...Correct me if I'm wrong, but you said to me that you had replaced some sils?"

Me: "Well...Yes. It was all rotten and termite eaten, so we weren't going to build this dormer on bad stuff."

Plan Reviewer: "Yeah....see....I'm going to have to have plans that detail all that...."

Me: (incredulous dryness) "What?"

Plan Reviewer: "You stated to me, correct me if I'm wrong, that you had to replace some stuff because it was bad. What I need to see from my end is a plan of what you replaced."

Me: "All right."

Plan Reviewer: "Also, that dimension on the North Side of the house, it's under 3 feet, so you won't be able to put any new openings (i.e. windows) on that wall."

Me: "WHAT?"

Plan Reviewer: "By fire code, you can't have any openings within 3 feet of a property line."

Me: "The property line is 2 ft. 11 in. from the house as drawn in the plans. The old survey is unclear on whether it's 3 ft. from the property line, but measuring from the fence, it's definitely 3 ft. You're telling me that because we have 2 ft. 11 in. in the plans, I can't have any windows because the house is an inch out of propriety?"

Plan Reviewer: "Well...yes."

Me: (not yelling, but screaming silently) FFUUUUU**********$$$$$$$$$$$$%%%%%%

Me: "What are my options?"

Plan Reviewer: "You can either take out the windows from the plans, get a variance with the city, or get a new survey to see if that property line is actually a 3 foot setback."

Me: "I need to weigh all these options. I'll get back to you. Thanks."

Plan Reviewer: "We just want to make sure you get this right."

I was livid and trying to focus on getting back to work. It was hot on the roof and I just could not focus. I frantically called Tony and Colin to try to figure out what to do.

We weighed taking out the windows and just submitting for that. If we couldn't get the windows in at this time, we might be able to wait until a few months after we finished the house and gotten a variance so that they could be put in after the fact. However, we were going to have to go back and detail even more stuff that wasn't even in the dormer plans, so I considered just getting a new survey for the property, risking hundreds of dollars and delayed time to get a new survey done, not knowing if it might vindicate us or confirm our windowless dormer and stairwell calamity.

Finally, I decided to get a new survey for the property, while Colin and Tony went to work detailing metal hurricane ties, framing details, wall sections, fire code compliant wall details, etc.

I called a surveying company, but at the time of my call, it was already the Thursday before Mardi Gras. The lack of urgency in any duty or work was beginning to become evident, as most of New Orleans starts gliding into the weekend of Mardi Gras. Parades are rolling down the streets, people are doing half-days of work (if that, or if they show up at all), and while it is a joyful and wonderful time, it is also immensely stressful. You can't make plans, period. Your phone won't work, people don't show up, you just find some friends or whoever to hang out with and go to it. That is, you can't get anything done during Carnival season. And if you try, you're going to get frustrated.

With this in mind, I still was able to get a surveying company to agree to have the survey in my hands on Lundi Gras (Fat Monday), just before Fat Tuesday. While I enjoyed the weekend with my friends and Krewe de Lune, I was eager and stressed out. In addition to that, I was having to accommodate 4 guests in my own house and finding a place for Colin to stay. During the weeks leading up to Mardi Gras, Colin and I, reprising our float-building skills, had also been instrumental in helping to design and build a float for the Krewe de Lune parade, which would be on Mardi Gras day.

Krewe de Lune is a ragtag bunch of friends, mostly former Tulane students, who have inhabited New Orleans after the Storm. Some of us are merely yearly acquaintances and revelers, but this year, our krewe became a more tightknit and solid group. We had three events--a Ball, a Breakfast, and a Parade. The Ball occurred on Friday night before Mardi Gras, and was called "20,000 Lunes Under the Sea." It was a space-aquatic themed party, held at a wonderful house in the Irish Channel by a stellar couple who allowed our craziness to unfold in their home. It was a raging success as it raised a huge amount of awareness and funds for the krewe, but it also needed to be cleaned up the next day.

As if I hadn't already been doing enough to keep me busy, I volunteered to lead a cleanup effort the next day with my friend Dave, another architect. We volunteered with the idea that we would simply direct some of our other krewe members and knock this thing out in a jiffy. Well, because the party was so awesome and Dave and I had not taken a more proactive role in recruiting members to clean, the collective krewe's hangovers kept many of our members at bay. And by many, I mean all of them. Dave and I waited a little bit, but suddenly realized it was only going to be the two of us cleaning this house, with both of us struggling to deal with massive hangovers as well. We cleaned up trash, swept, mopped, mopped again, and tried to gulp water. Gradually, members trickled in and were able to help us finish off the cleanup. Although it poured down rain while we cleaned, it let up and turned into a decent day afterward. A decent day to nap.

Sunday, we celebrated our Thoth Breakfast, utilizing Jared's girlfriend Stephanie's porch on St. Charles Avenue as our serving room. We cooked up great food and enjoyed the Sunday day parades with front row seats.

When Lundi Gras came around, I waited and waited for a call, as I had asked the surveyor to call me when he was going to do the survey. All day I waited and no call. I knew it was a longshot to try to get something done before Carnival, but I still had hope. No such luck on Monday.

Finally, I took a load off and tried to enjoy myself on Tuesday, Mardi Gras day. Getting up at 6:30am, I costumed up and headed out to see a little bit of the Zulu parade, and then wandered into Central City to find some Mardi Gras Indians--success. I then biked down to the Marigny to catch a little of the St. Ann's parade. Then it was time for the big event of the day, my krewe's parade.

We started our little parade in the Marigny, and rolled our float up through to the French Quarter, with a battery powered sound system providing a soundtrack to our bacchanalia. At periodic stops, we even had our own Krewe de Lune Dance Krewe do some incredible performances.

Krewe de Lune Dance Team Video

It was wonderful, but I didn't end the day so happy, as other contributing stress factors added onto the existing stress of the house's permitting problems. Mardi Gras had given me a temporary lift, but the battle for the permit was looming again.