I continue ripping away at the remnants of the second floor
which still hang at the perimeter. The last couple joists which are fairly
solid are put aside for later use, along with a few floor boards and a number
of porcelain insulators, used for running electrical wiring through the joists
of older houses.
My new local acquaintance ‘Yogi’ quickly becomes excited at
these, explaining their worth on the streets as crack pipes. And here I was
thinking I was the resourceful one.
The floor wholly removed, I start scratching my head as to how now I’ll reach the ceiling to repair it without the difficulties of several very tall ladders, as working from the top of the roof puts me in danger of falling through it 25 feet. In the meantime, I start peeling away the plaster and lath in the whole area, acknowledging the already existing gashes and voids. The far wall, too, is water damaged, crumbling with the slightest touch. I’ll likely have to reinforce this before getting too involved with the roof.
The remaining lath and ceiling joists just beneath the
breach have taken on some sculptural qualities. Here they dangle, resisting at
once the sweeping decay brought on by nature as well as the rigidity intended
by man. I contemplate reinforcing and preserving this moment, to make this architectural comb-over as a
relic – not to the past of the house which the city so desperately wishes on
it, but as a testament to that different life the house led over the past 15 years: an alternative path of squatters hiding in its darkest corners, of animals scampering within its walls, of fire scorching its roof, of wind and water flowing freely from one surface to another.
Ultimately I choose to tear the rest of the ceiling down, not wanting to preserve the strange smells of the rotting wood or the bacteria which might plague it.
As the ceiling is cleared up, the reason for roof failure
becomes more obvious: a nearly flat roof. These aren’t capable of handling
water and snow as well as steeper roofs, and without upkeep they’re the first
to fail.
This part of the roof covers about ¼ of the house, with
numerous peaks and valleys and telescoping and steepness covering the rest –
all of which will make that next job much harder. The good news for this
section is that it’s much easier to work on a flatter surface, relatively
comfortable, even.
A visiting friend suggests creating a roof hatch to be able
to get materials up without having to leave unsecured ladders outside, which
sparks the idea for a roof terrace. With the neighborhood as ‘active’ as it is,
there is a shortage of safe and private outdoor space. Facing away from the
road, this is perfect.
The scenic view
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