Moving Small Mountains, Literally
Mother nature has shown her wet side over the past several weeks. I’ve wanted to take advantage of her free water after re-seeding the front yard, but needed to till the area in order to loosen the dirt and change the grade first. Since tilling super wet soil would be next to impossible, I’ve been waiting for a rain free weekend, which has not been forthcoming. Wednesday marked three straight days of sunny dry weather with rain returning the next day, so this was the day I decided to rent a rear-tine tiller and knock this project off my list.
It’s hard to tell from the featured image, but the area was like a rolling hill. When the lead line was replaced last year Cincinnati Water Works dug up most of the area and did me a favor by removing the sidewalk to nowhere that cut across the front (Side Story:Â
Prior to my purchase, my neighbor decided to widen their driveway by moving their fence about two feet onto my property negating the ability to walk around the side of my house and leaving me a sidewalk to nowhere.)Â Â It lowered the soil at the foundation and left an improper slope.
The easy way to fix that area would be with a small bobcat, but I’ve never worked one of those and a landscape company wanted $500 or more. Tilling the area to break up the soil allowing me to shovel and move it with a wheel barrel or rake it was something I could
handle. It took four men to lift the tiller into my PT Cruiser and all swore it wouldn’t fit. With ramps I got it out and in by myself. Out by putting it in neutral and using gravity to let it roll down the ramp; in by driving it up the ramp. Men.
I started in the area around the clump of mature trees I allowed to stay when I was clearing all the other trees from the backyard in anticipation of the garage apartment I plan to build. I was getting such grief about cutting down so many trees that I decided to leave these, but I removed the rusted chain link fence that was not encompassed by the trees. I also had to create dirt to fill the tripping hazard trench I created when I dug up all the flower bulbs someone had planted. The plan is to fill bare areas with grass and then I’ll make small flower beds with mulch to make it look intentional.
I won’t address the backyard or the tree stumps until the garage construction begins.
I had a couple of bare spots that I made worse, intentionally, just so I could have the seed in loose soil. Then I turned my sights on the primary area. I called my cousin Zachary to come by the house about 2pm to help me load the unit back in the car (I called him after watching 4 men struggle, I hadn’t used it yet to know in gear 1 it moved slow enough to drive it into the back of my car). Well at 2 pm I hadn’t made a dent, so thankfully when my aunt brought him over he stayed until his mom got off work and picked him up, about 3 hours
He helped me install most of this small retaining wall (short 8 blocks) I needed to hold the dirt that I wanted to fill in around the downspout connected to the drain (made necessary due to the fence move, I lost the space to create a natural slope). I’ll probably need a few bags of top soil to fill it in more, but I’ll deal with that when I put the landscaping in. I got most of the tilling and dirt hauling done with Zachman’s help.
I moved to the backyard and the area around the air unit as I needed to lower the side in front of the unit and I want to get some grass in the area. Eventually I’ll build a deck off the back door, but until then I’m tired of my dogs tracking in mud. Dark fell before I could get the seed down. The worst part of physically taxing projects is being forced to stop before you’re done.  My lower back, arms, and shoulder ached and I knew I’d be stiff the next day, but rain was in the forecast. I had to suck it up and finish in the morning.
On the wall I needed two half pieces, so I pulled out my trusty grinder and cut as deep as I could on all four sides. I then put my chisel in the groove and hit it with my small sledge hammer, three whacks before it cracked, clean.
I used a drop spreader to apply the seed, racked it slightly before applying the fertilizer. I am not going to put down straw. At the last minute I decided to purchase 6 pieces of sod to place on the curb section. It was only 3′ x 12′ and my hopes is that by seeing grass my neighbors won’t drive on it when they park in my spot. I tried seeding that area last summer, but didn’t water it enough it keep it growing. I had 1 1/2 pieces of sod left so I placed them along the wall to hopefully stop the soil from washing out onto the sidewalk when it rains. With the change in slope it should happen less, but having instant grass in that area should stop it altogether.
Hopefully in about two weeks I’ll be posting pictures of a yard with grass. I’m hoping this, along with planting some shrubs on the right side of house will give her a more satisfactory curb appeal, as painting may not happen this year. Come on rain!
First step was building a box. My HVAC company had marked the spot with an orange box, so I’d know the location and size. I had to go on memory because the rain and my digging project eliminated his markings. Next step was making sure the box was level. I made a 4″ thick frame, but in order for the box to be level the side closer to the house had to be elevated with stakes making it almost to 6″ deep. That just confirmed how bad the pitch towards the house is and why I always got a pool of water in that area.
Stained glass frame was nailed to the wall
as possible. Of course I broke a perfectly good section of the outer trim in the process. Also the initial huge success I had with clamping and forcing the trim to bend created a stress crack on the base. This project was taking many steps backwards.

The last storage closet door was graffiti filled and carved into. The carving was too deep to sand out. It was filled with an ink that did not budge with denatured alcohol or graffiti remover. Unfortunately it’s the side of the door that is exposed to the room. Another “character” mark in testimony to what my home has survived.
have put a light on the outside of the closet. I believe it will be possible to add, but for now I’m placing my favorite lamp in the corner. I bought that lamp for my first apartment,outside of school, for a short lived job I had in Detroit. I really didn’t have a place for it, until now. I will purchase a motion sensor outlet (asked the Google, found it on Amazon), so it will just come on when I walk past.
Once again I was able to find the perfect door, in its jamb, at Building Value Cincinnati (I bartered the original for it, so it was practically free). It was obvious the door had been in a fire. It reeked of smoke. One side was more severe than the other; the years of varnish/finish actually blistered, which probably protected the door.  I decided to sand this side of the door vs. stripping. No pros or cons, I just thought sanding would be faster, which proved to be correct.  I had the door sanded, cleaned, and stained with the

















I had 16 weeks to pick out and order the lockset for my door. Incredibly I forgot and Monday was forced to do a Google search to see if a can find one locally. I wanted something similar to the original handle and a higher quality than what I could find at Home Depot and Lowes.  I found
and walls, but noooooo my mind/vision was fixed on black on black, white on white. Before I could apply the black I had to use my Dremel tool to clean out the grooves where the white grout had gotten into the wrong areas. I was on my hands and knees for hours. After getting all the areas cleaned out I vacuumed and applied blue painters tape around the edges in hopes that would be enough to stop the black grout from bleeding into the white areas. Theory and reality did not match on this occasion. When I pulled off the tape the “rug affect” looked like a hot mess and I cursed myself for thinking I could pull that off. At least the soap niche turned out alright.
the pictures and video above to prove the sink was defective, but once received they agreed to replace the sink. Fortunately for me I live about 15 minutes from their warehouse, so I didn’t have to wait for delivery. I returned it myself and was told they had to open four boxes before they found one that was flat across the back. Apparently they had gotten a bad batch from their manufacturer. I got a new pack of tank bolts too. This cost me another week. When I was able to work on the bath again I started with the toilet. Easy, peasy, I had it connected in about 30 minutes, flushed it once all was well. Back to the sink. I had to connect all the faucets parts first and as I was working on that, the toilet started to run. Long story shortened they sold me a toilet that had been returned/defective. That was why there was only one bolt originally.
I was able to remove the yellow electrical permit from my front window today. I passed the electrical inspection. Of all the things my father said we could tackle, this was the one I had most doubt. I have a healthy fear of electrocution and electrical fires. My house had already survived one fire in its past, so I most certainly didn’t want to cause another.
