(February 15, 2018 at 3:52 pm)9JWhateverist Wrote:(February 15, 2018 at 10:10 am)A Theist Wrote: How old is the warehouse? Was it built with brick and have wood floors? It may have more architectural interest than you think. I've seen plenty of old warehouses that had been restored and remodeled to look really nice to live in.
Well no it isn't that old. It was built in 1910 and the floor consists of rat trapping (a thin layer of concrete poured between wooden frames left in place). It was a very tall single story with stairs leading up to a one room office and bathroom in a front corner. It has been added to over the years. There was a researcher from Cal who extended the second story throughout the front half of the building in seeing up a lab to do blood alcohol research. The Mooneys had it before Lia and her ex bought it in 76. The Sufis had bid 75,000 for it but when they weren't able to get funding they accepted Lia's bid of 50,000. Lia's father and ex turned it into a living space, dividing it into two bedrooms, another bigger bathroom, a kitchen, living room and upstairs office. At some earlier time people had added a second floor in the back fourth of the building. The first thing we did when I moved in in 82 was to put on a new roof. Then we remodeled the kitchen and bathroom, put in hardwood floors and got rid of the huge side doors. They were big enough to drive a semi and trailer through, with windows at the top which could break if you slammed them shut too hard. I've also built an upstairs deck over the paver driveway which doubles as a carport and of course a lot of other projects outside in the garden.
This is a picture of the building shot from my neighbor's building across the creek before the driveway, upstairs deck or side doors were addressed.
File these under too much information, but a couple of plot plans I drew up a while back which are out of date now.
And an out of date satellite photo.
I love your garden. When I see it, for some reason I keeping picturing Rikki Tikki Tavi jumping out of the bushes and pouncing on Nag