Finding the place was easy. It would have been easier had we not mistaken the address at first. Our knock on the door of number 27 was met by a suspicious stare and a firm shake of the head. The owner of the house was not even going to open the door to us. I stuttered out our reason for being there through the glass door. He shrugged and shook his head again. We apologized and walked away. The Husband pulled out his phone to double check the email with the address.
We were one house off.
I will never understand the mindset that stops people from opening the front door. Perhaps I haven't lived in the city long enough, haven't experienced enough neighbourhood crime and violence. Perhaps we're not affluent enough to understand the perception of danger. It seems an unpleasant way to live, suspicious of every person who finds themselves on your front step.
One house over was under construction and everything seemed like it made more sense. A young couple in power suits greeted us with handshakes, then took us through their empty house to see the radiators. Half an hour, we spent, struggling the behemoths down the stairs, out the front door and into our car. My muscles shook. My hands stung against the roughness of the cast iron. My knees and fingers bruised as they got banged up and pinched. More than once, I looked up at the Husband and said, "We will get these in here. We will. We have no other choice." I'm sure I was reassuring myself more than I was reassuring him.
When we got home, we struggled three of them out of the trunk and into our alleyway. Two remain in the backseat of the car. All our energy was gone. It was 8:30 and we hadn't even had supper yet.
The Attic of Awesome will have two radiators in it, on opposite sides of the room. This should be enough to heat the 300 square feet of open space quite sufficiently. All five are painted, but chipped and flaking, so I'm starting to think about our painting options. Of course, we could go simple and straightforward, and paint them white or the colour we pick for the walls, to blend in.
But I'm thinking of another option. I'd like to paint them a bold colour. Something that will stand out and make the radiators part of the room, make them something to notice. A deep blue against a white wall, perhaps. Or turquoise. Maybe I could even do something with a little ombre, and turn the rad into art.
We're also planning on replacing one or two of the radiators on our main floor with larger ones. Last year, we had some issues with the balance of heat between the basement and the upstairs. There are four huge radiators in the basement; while we have four on the main floor as well, all are much smaller. This meant that, in order to heat the main floor - which is where the thermostat is - our basement was getting cooked. We're hoping that, by replacing one or two of our radiators with larger ones, we can remedy the situation a little.
This morning, my body is telling me that 5 radiators is overkill. It most certainly is. But, worst case scenario, three of them go back on the market and they live in our garage until someone else with a similar renovation project comes along. And even if they end up living in our garage forever, we've still saved money over buying two - or three - brand new ones.
Anyone need an antique radiator?