The Cross House
I am breathless with excitement.
I am giddy with excitement.
I am LIVING for Tuesday.
Because the radiator system at the Cross House will, hopefully, BE BACK ONLINE!!!!!!!!
When I purchased the house four years ago the system was working. Sorta. It did not actually heat the house to anywhere near a comfortable temperature. Numerous radiators were unhooked because of damaged and/or burst pipes. Several rooms didn’t even have a radiator. Two of the four boilers were not working.
As such, when the temperatures improved in 2014, I had the system shut down. Then, in 2015 I spent a fortune repairing everything and adding radiators and moving radiators. It took ten months to pay the invoice.
But the work was nonetheless incomplete, with a half-dozen radiators still needing to be hooked up.
The idea of spending yet more money made me ill. So I did nothing during the winter of 2015 and 2016. But this fall, not eager to spend another winter in a frozen house, I requested a quote to finish everything. The quote? $12,000. My eyes bugged out. My heart aged six years in an instant. My emotional state jumped off a bridge.
A few days later I talked with Justin. “Installing pipes is not like building a rocket to the moon. Can’t you and I do this?”
We walked around discussing all that needed doing and Justin replied: “Sure. I think it will even be kinda fun.”
Ya’ gotta love the guy.
Thus, bit by bit the radiator in the hexagon bedroom was reinstalled, as were the two in the parlor; then the radiator in the servant’s hall was moved from one wall to another. And so on.
As of today, most of the piping is done but three radiators still need connecting.
And there is now a bit of a rush as Travis, from Modern Air, is scheduled to come by on Tuesday and — FREAK OUT! — get the boilers up and running!!!!!!!!
I will be gobsmacked if all this actually goes well for I anticipate that, once water again fills the miles of pipes, water will burst from here there and everywhere. I anticipate Travis and Justin and myself squealing like little girls. “EEEEK!! Another leak! Another leak!” I anticipate the newly finish parlor ceiling collapsing from water from some pipe gone bad.
But Travis is more confident. “I give it a 90% chance of going well!”
OK. OK, but…but…should I worry about his not assuring me 100%?
I just know that for the next four nights I will be having 10% nightmares.
A vital task was walking around the basement and dragging our hands atop every single radiator pipe. When our hands were interrupted by a pipe running at a 90 degree angle away from the main pipe, we had to find out where the pipe went.
To our horror we discovered six pipes which went nowhere…and were not closed off. Imagine discovering this on Tuesday after the water is turned on?
The house has been through so many changes and so many pipes have been subtracted and added over 124-years that we needed to know where every pipe went, and to assure that it was attached to, you know, a radiator.