Mom might like it better if I wore my pearls —
It’s been hard to write about the tower these few weeks. For one, I’m actually working on the house – painting, not very well but hoping to improve with time. Yesterday I was up on scaffolding – and I was moving it around and pouring paint out of a five-gallon can. My mother wouldn’t approve and the way my back hurts right now, I might agree.
Two, I feel guilty every time I sit down at the computer knowing Lee is hard at work. Third, my mind is focused more on the present stage of the tower than on a year ago when we were studying drawings.
I have also been totally distracted by the ugliness in the air: the blatant disregard of truth, equality, ethics, science and suffering by so many of those in control in our country. It didn’t seem right that I should write about my happiness. It seemed disrespectful to those without a place to live, without food on the table, a job, health, without hope.
But Michelle made it okay. She said it all last night at the Convention. Rather than read my rant, hear her speak of the America I know and I want for my children. Michelle said it better than I could and it is okay for me to think and write of other things.
We still held some hope to get the addition up and closed in before the winter. Actually only 36 days passed between the “please rethink” email and the “love the tower” email of August 21, 2011, but it was a long 36 days.
From the south
Duke came to visit with the new model (which now looks a bit battered in the photos) and a set of drawings. It looked fantastic and had “wow” appeal. He incorporated many of my wants into the tower. It had a greenhouse bridge over the doors to the two structures and the entrance to the house was not visible from the street. He angled the house so that we captured the best view from the observation deck and maximized the footprint while taking into consideration the 10 foot-septic tank setback.
He topped off an 11 x 11 observation floor with a wide shallow roof that would enable me to keep windows open at least on the third floor during the rain, and provide shade (although not enough shade I discovered and grumbled about for a few miserable days after it actually was up). And he lined up the first floor windows so that you could see green grass and sky through the addition from the living room. It wasn’t the angle I had envisioned, but it worked just as well.
We talked a lot about the window walls that framed the spiral staircase corner. They were visually striking and would allow lots of light into the space.
View during today’s morning coffee
Duke left and we played with the design. Lee didn’t say much but I knew what he was thinking. It was an expensive little addition compared with our original idea. We had started simply: one story plus a loft in a square shed roof structure with a balcony for morning coffee overlooking the river.
My thoughts were along the same line as Lee’s. All those angles and windows and that large deck were going to bump the costs up, but we started calling the addition our tower.
First I cut windows. It was easy to take away the transoms. It was also easy to eliminate the two picture windows on the third floor. One faced a brutal winter north wind, the other side faced neighbors, and we also wanted wall space to hang our art.
We didn’t need five little windows in the second floor landing of the cottage. Three more deleted.
We knew we didn’t need or want all that outdoor deck, which actually grew even bigger in subsequent drawings. The tower is to be our private space, not for entertaining. We decided to limit the deck to the area adjacent to the tower. I don’t know what we will do with all that deck we still have. The roomiest side looks over our neighbors’ yards and outbuildings – not the nicest view and definitely none of my business. We may eventually put up a trellis and perhaps a clothesline or make a container garden in that area. We’re thinking of getting IPE decking tiles for the deck, and we’ll add them a section at a time.
The window walls around the spiral were the biggest problem. Everyone – including me – loved the look. However these windows didn’t face the water, they faced the street and our neighbors. Lee and I sometimes thought of our tower as our cozy nest in a tree house. Living with those windows would be like living in a fishbowl.
I obsessed for months on how to preserve the excitement of the window walls yet add privacy. What was the point of all those windows if they had to be covered up? The spiral stair made it troublesome, if not impossible, to reach to open and close curtains, let alone windows. I didn’t want windows I couldn’t open or clean. Even so, I checked into shades and blinds and tinted glazes and sheets.
My visit to Hunter Douglas was surreal. Anything the saleswoman showed me that might work cost as much as the windows, if not more. Lowe’s and Home Depot weren’t much better, nor was the web.
Dave, our builder, said we could wait to order windows until after the building was up. That helped and I eventually settled on four large square fixed windows, letting the privacy issue rest. I have used my mom’s old tablecloths, flat bed sheets, and rolls of woven toweling from Lowell National Historical Park for curtains. Certainly I will find the right piece of material squirreled away amongst my treasures and hang it strategically.
We actually were able to place one awning window in the spiral wall and get some air circulating in that corner. I didn’t have to compromise totally on the “no-windows-that-don’t-open” rule.
It wasn’t until we were actually ready to start building that I discovered a major omission in the drawings. The original cottage had a dormer riverside, but not to the front. If you were short to average size you could stand tall at the top of the stairs, but it was still a bit precarious to cross the second floor landing to get from one room to the other. If you were tall, you bumped your head. Even before planning this addition, I would fantasize popping out the roof and making that landing a livable space. That was on my original wish list.
From the top before the dormer went in and oops, the roof is on crooked —
Somehow we all overlooked it. When the architect added it back in I thought we were making it easier to put the pieces together. Dave told me otherwise! All of a sudden the original cottage had to support not only the bridge but also an entire new room.
Dave had another surprise. Because Lee and I had told Duke numerous times that there were very strong winds coming down the Hudson which often blew for days with gusts of 40 – 60 plus miles per hour, he passed the plans to an engineer to make sure that the tower and especially its roof would be able to withstand this abuse. The engineer added LVLs and Simpson ties and lots more lumber and. . . We’ll get to that later.
The tower is standing. It’s wonderful. There have been frustrations and compromises, but in the grand scheme of things they are minor. Lee reminds me each time that I will come up with a solution and that we will be very happy. I pout, but he is right.