CGar, you are kidding, right? I mean that is really awesome if you did that, but I know I would saw something off if I ever tried that — it was all I could do to climb up there and stuff a beach towel up there, but it wouldn’t stay up.
Dave, those guys were nice, they are coming over tomorrow at 7 am!!!! Not a moment too soon. It is cold up there in the parlor and that is where the thermostat is, so the boiler is getting a real workout and downstairs is hot as hell. Probably my tenants too, but I know they would never complain about too much heat!
Dave, those freelancers/unemployed/travelers aren’t bothering anybody. What about the lunatics on the train who sing along to their iPods? Today one on was yelling, growling, and mumbling/singing “welcome to the crackhouse.” Indeed.
donatella, I had the same problem with my ginormous front Parlor window. As an interim measure, before I could get someone out to repair it, and to keep the bitter cold out, I measured twice (“Measure Twice, Cut Once” per This Old House’s Norm Abram), went to my basement, got out my circular saw, and cut a couple of 2x4s to size to prop up the top pane and close the gap at the top where the cold air was getting in. I channeled my inner goyim that day.
dh, are you in some cafe facebooking all morning and just getting to us????
CGar, you are kidding, right? I mean that is really awesome if you did that, but I know I would saw something off if I ever tried that — it was all I could do to climb up there and stuff a beach towel up there, but it wouldn’t stay up.
Dave, those guys were nice, they are coming over tomorrow at 7 am!!!! Not a moment too soon. It is cold up there in the parlor and that is where the thermostat is, so the boiler is getting a real workout and downstairs is hot as hell. Probably my tenants too, but I know they would never complain about too much heat!
yo cgar!
And I can see Williamsburg from my house.
‘sup, Holmes?!
Dave, those freelancers/unemployed/travelers aren’t bothering anybody. What about the lunatics on the train who sing along to their iPods? Today one on was yelling, growling, and mumbling/singing “welcome to the crackhouse.” Indeed.
donatella, admit it, you’re engaging in year end “window dressing” for your clients.
Jinx, mean old man!!
owning a brownstone sounds fun – NOT
“Fixing it myself is not an option.
Any ideas??”
donatella, I had the same problem with my ginormous front Parlor window. As an interim measure, before I could get someone out to repair it, and to keep the bitter cold out, I measured twice (“Measure Twice, Cut Once” per This Old House’s Norm Abram), went to my basement, got out my circular saw, and cut a couple of 2x4s to size to prop up the top pane and close the gap at the top where the cold air was getting in. I channeled my inner goyim that day.