House Plan for 84 Sq. Meter Lot

So, my family and I live in an 84 square meter lot that had a pre-built house on it. It's our first house (and, so far, our only house) and we've been living in it since 1998.

Fig. 1  Original layout of the house.

The house had two bedrooms, one toilet and bath, and a space that combined the kitchen, dining, and living room. It had 36 square meters floor space, which was enough for Loida and me, and our four-year-old daughter. There was a generous space around the front, side, and back of the house that was planted with grass and served as our washing and drying area. A small parking space (so small, you can hardly open the car door to get in or out) completed the package.

The biggest disadvantage of the house was the small kitchen, so small it would be more appropriate to call it, the cooking nook. So, one of the improvements we thought about was using the back space as the kitchen.

Fig. 2  Planned extension

We thought of using the two meter by five meter space at the back for the kitchen. That meant that the combined space could now be used as a dining and living area, a bit more spacious and comfortable.

Unfortunately, this plan never materialized. Although my salary was more than enough for us to live with some comfort, it would still take us years to save up to implement this extension. So, it never happened (both the wife and I avoid borrowing if we can).

Fast forward about 18 years. Our family had grown from three to five with the addition of a boy and another girl. We still had the same house, in its original configuration (Figure 1). It was leaking in places, and was too small for a family of five. Our eldest had just finished college, the second was just starting college, and the youngest was in Grade VI. All three kids were sharing the second bedroom.

We needed a larger house. Actually, we needed a larger house years before but we didn't have the finances for it. Even though my salary had grown over the years, our decision to prioritize our kid's education by putting them in one of the best (read, expensive) schools in the city meant that savings were not enough. The opportunity came, however, when I retired.

With my retirement money, we decided to fix up the house. The original plan  (Fig. 2) would not be enough because we also needed an additional bedroom. The two girls would have one room and our son would have his own room.

But we also needed to replace the roof. The leaks were so bad that the expense of replacement versus repair would probably not be very different. So, I sat down in front of my computer and began drawing. Construction began and the house was finished in a few months in 2016.

Fig. 3  Present layout of the house

Figure 3 shows the house as it is now. Except for a two-meter wide space along the side for drying clothes and a one-meter wide space along the front, we had used up almost all of the lot. We now had three bedrooms, the living and dining areas were roomier, and there was a space at the back for a counter, cabinets, and cupboards.

The bathroom was now a two-by-two meter room. I had originally intended for it to have a dividing wall between the shower and the toilet but the engineer who was doing the construction remarked that doing so would make the space too tight. So, instead of two small spaces, it was now one very large bathroom.

The kitchen, sadly, is still small. I am not an architech and a two-by-two space looked big enough on paper but turned out to be a too small. Loida's unhappy with it and I blame myself for it.

As you can see, in order to get our third bedroom, we had to sacrifice our garage. You can only park on the street now.  It's not unusual though. Nearly every house along our street is the same.

Fig. 4  Front view of the renovated house

So, Figure 4 is the front of the house. It looks very much different from the original (which, unfortunately, I don't have a picture of). Loida has converted the space in front into a sort of conservatory that doesn't have glass walls or roof.  In spite of the small kitchen and large bathroom, it's a really nice house. A credit to the engineer who built it, Regie Lumapas.

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Before I end this, I've been wondering if I could have converted the house into a detached house and still have three bedrooms. It turns out, yes, it's possible. The only way to do that is to give up the notion that a bedroom needs to be roomy. If I kept the bedrooms small, I could have enough space for the rest of the house that would still be comfortable. Below are two examples of such a house:

Fig. 5  Single detached #1

In Figure 5, all the rooms are corner rooms, which enables all rooms to have two walls with windows.

The kitchen is larger than the present one and is in a U-shape. The open end of the U faces the dining table for convenience.

The toilet and bath is at the back of the house and close to the bedrooms. I prioritized the bedrooms for proximity to the toilet. I had thought of putting a guest's toilet closer to the living room but that meant losing the side door going to the washing area. That also meant that there would be only one exit, which seems to be a bad idea.

A shelf near the side door is for storage of everyday items or can be used as a pantry shelf. I originally put another shelf on the other wall but that meant the living area will become too small.

The dining table is a fast-food style table since it occupies a smaller footprint than the one in Figure 3.

Fig. 6  Single detached #2

Figure 6 is my favorite design. The sleeping quarters are now clearly separated from the living areas and the boundaries between the living area, dining area, and the kitchen can be easily determined. The kitchen is more spacious (should make the wife happy) and includes a storage shelf near the back door (upper left). There's not enough space for a separate pantry but a tall shelf should serve the purpose nicely.

The dining table is the same type in Figure 5 because it's the only type that will fit in the space available and still sit six people.

The three-seater sofa serves as a sort of wall between the living and dining area but it can be turned and placed against the wall for additional space if necessary.

The bedrooms are still minimalist but that's the only solution if you want three bedrooms. The toilet and bath is still at the back of the house and cannot be seen from the living area, a feature that Loida prefers.

The corridor in front of the rooms is wide enough to accomodate a row of shelves for storage of extra bedsheets, bedcovers, pillows, single mattresses, and other items. Another shelf near the toilet and bath serves to store soap, shampoo, extra towels, spare toothbrushes, toilet cleaning materials, etc.

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I could make a half-dozen more designs but I'm probably not going to be building another house anytime soon. I just wanted to see if I could fit three bedrooms into a house that fits into an 84 square meter lot with at least one meter space between the property walls.

As you can see, yes, you can. (",)









A Smile, A Giggle, A Laugh, A Guffaw

Sometimes, as I'm walking around in malls, on the streets, or in offices, I spot a face that I don't give a second glance to. He or she may be looking at me, maybe even smiling at me, but I continue on, unmindful. A few seconds later, the face suddenly registers and a memory is tickled. I look back to check but often the owner of that face has gone and I am left wondering if I knew him or her. There are times when the tickled memory lets out a giggle and vague scenes play out in my mind. The face seems to fit one of those persons in the memory but I can't be sure. Sometimes, the memory laughs out loud and I'm sure I know the person but the name escapes me. There is a tinge of embarrassment that I might have snubbed the person and maybe even ruined a friendship. But occasionally, the memory bursts out in a guffaw and I remember both face and name. I turn around and hope he is looking my way so I can greet him. Often, he is and we may exchange smiles, a wave, a handshake, or a word or two. It's a nice feeling to meet someone and acknowledge that you once knew him. So, if you see me around town and I seem to ignore you, don't think bad about me. It may just be a slow memory day for me or it may be my myopia. Give me a tap, and if my face has that blank look, tell me your name and where we met. I'll be glad to share a smile, a giggle, a laugh, or even a guffaw. (",)

Charles Schulz's Pen

I have been a fan of the Peanuts comic strip since the 1970's. I bought the comic books by saving the leftovers from my school allowance and read them over and over. Sadly, those comic books disappeared as the family moved residences and I lost track of them. The internet, however, has enabled me to see the gang any time I wanted to. My favorite happens to be Snoopy.

Now, I used to be a fairly decent artist, drawing with pen and pencil. My artistry, unfortunately, is limited to copying photographs or other drawings. I also avoid coloring my drawings because adding color ruined the drawing. I'm still a kid who can't keep the colors inside the lines. So, all my drawings were either black and white or gray-scale and one of my favorite drawing topics is, of course, Snoopy.

Most of my Snoopy drawings were personal, handmade greeting cards, sent to my friends, which means, I don't have them anymore.

I made other drawings but one of my favorites was made back in the summer of 1977. I had to take summer classes for Chemistry and our teacher required us to draw a periodic table in a folder and we had to bring that folder to school everyday.

Most of my classmates bought ready-made tables and pasted them on the folder and drew a title and owner's name on them. I, on the other hand, painstakingly drew the table, lettering in the name of the elements, their symbols, and other information.

Getting inspired from the effort of drawing the periodic table, I began drawing Snoopys all over the folder and there was a theme to it. The folder was a very important, secret document that had to be protected. So, I drew a Snoopy in his trenchcoat garb with a speech bubble that said, "Here's the world-famous secret agent guarding this secret document."

Another drawing was of Snoopy on his doghouse and his World War I Flying Ace persona also with a speech bubble that said, "Here's the World War I Flying Ace patrolling the skies to keep this secret document safe."

The last was Snoopy in his familiar lying-down-on-his-doghouse pose, eyes closed, and his speech bubble said, "Here's the fierce dog guarding this very important document."

The folder got a lot of interest among my classmates and at the end of summer classes, one of the girls in my class asked if she could have it. I said, yes, and that's why I don't have it anymore.

As I got older and began working, I drew less and less until I stopped completely. And, since  my family changed residence several times over the years, I lost track of my other drawings until only one remained.

It's a drawing of a flight of P-51 Mustangs that I copied from a World War II history book. I can't remember when I drew this but it might have been in the early 1980's. About six years ago, I bought a frame, mounted the drawing in it and hung it up on the wall. I thought, "At least I saved one of them."

About three years ago, I received this pen from my sister. 

In the note that accompanied it, she wrote:

Note: this is not my sister's handwriting. The original note is a little worse for wear 
so I just used a script font and pasted it here. Phil is my brother-in-law, my sister's husband.

I looked at the pen in awe. I was holding an actual pen used by Charles Schulz, the creator of the Peanuts comic strip.

I immediately thought of putting it in a frame but, for one reason or another, didn't get around to it until a little over a week ago (Oct 26, 2022). The pen had been sitting inside my closet for the past three years and I saw it while looking for something else. I thought, "It's time to put you in a frame."

I got an illustration board and, for the first time in decades, drew a picture. It was Snoopy (who else?) viewed from the side, with a little smile as he walked. I found an old un-used frame and put the drawing in it and placed the pen on the drawing. Perfect.

It looked great! There was just one problem though. The frame didn't have a glass cover. Without a cover, the picture and the pen would become dirty over time. The frame also didn't have a provision for a glass cover and, even if it did, the frame wasn't deep enough. The pen actually protrudes above the lip of the frame. Even though I loved the frame as it was, I couldn't use it.

The wife suggested that we have it professionally mounted. There's a business not too far away that would mount the picture and pen in a custom-made frame. So, my wife took the picture and pen and gave it to them for mounting. As of this writing, I'm still waiting for it. It should be ready in about two weeks. I'll update this blog entry when I get it.

So, at least I still have the touch. Since I'm retired, I have more time to draw but it's not really part of my interests right now. Still, if an inspiration should come, why not?

Update: Nov. 9, 2022

The newly framed Snoopy with Charles Schulz's pen just arrived! The workmanship of the framing is great! The pen is fastened to the picture using a transparent nylon string that is difficult to see unless you look very closely. I like it very much.

This is now a very much cherished heirloom. (",)

Mom's Pregnancy Story

 

Mom and Dad at their wedding / Mom back in 2014 @ 79 years old.

Just before I got married, I had a little conversation with Mom and Dad regarding how to handle pregnancy, not how to get my future wife pregnant but what to do after. Among the questions I asked was, were there any things I needed to know besides the medical side of things.

Dad smiled and told me to watch out for women's peculiarities during pregnancy. Some women, he warned, seem to do weird stuff when they get pregnant. Mom laughed and began telling me this story:

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During one of Mom's pregnancies (they didn't say which one among the seven children), Mom told Dad that she wanted an orange.

Dad said that, sometimes, preggies look for food that is either difficult or impossible to get. Compounding the problem is that you really have to find what she wants or there'll be big problems usually characterized by crying sessions, silent treatments, and, sometimes, physical harm. He was, however, relieved to hear Mom say she wanted an orange because oranges happened to be in season at the time.

"Don't worry, Hon. First thing tomorrow, I'll go and buy you an orange," Dad said.

Mom's face became downcast.

"I don't want you to buy it," she said.

"What? What do you mean?" Dad asked, confused.

"I don't want you to buy it, I want you to steal it," Mom said, deadpan.

"But, but, I can't do that. What if I get caught?" Dad tried pleading with her but it was no use, Mom stood her ground.

"Basta! I want you to steal it," Mom angrily said.

(Basta is a Tagalog word that translates as "no arguments" or "no if or buts about it.")

Dad was aghast but he didn't want to go against Mom's wishes. A pregnant woman must be followed, he said.

"Okay, I'll go steal one tomorrow."

Now, Dad's a nice guy and stealing simply wouldn't do. He bought an orange. When he got home, he presented it to Mom.

"Here's your orange, Hon! I stole that," he proudly declared.

At that moment, Dad discovered that pregnancy seemed to give women a sixth sense because Mom saw through his ruse.

"You didn't steal that, you bought it!" Mom shouted, immediately followed by crying.

Dad panicked. One thing you should never do is to upset your pregnant wife. The consequence could be a possible miscarriage, they informed me. 

Dad hugged Mom and patted her back.

"Okay, okay. I'll go back outside and...steal an orange."

So, Dad went back out. He didn't say how he did it but he went and stole an orange somehow.

He came back to the house and presented it to Mom, who did something really strange.

She wordlessly took the orange and put it inside their closet. She never took it out, never ate it, she just left it there until it shrivelled and turned black.

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And that's where the story ended. I remember Mom and Dad laughing as if it was just a small, funny incident from their past. I, on the other hand, was dumbfounded. Dad had somehow pulled off a heist but I had no illusions about my ability as a thief. I was sure that I would be caught and using the reason, "my wife is pregnant," would not pass muster.

This thought stayed with me for several months until my wedding. On my wedding night, while my new wife was sleeping with her back to me, I lay on my back thinking about Mom's pregnancy story. What if the same thing happened to my wife? I mean, some things run in families, right (The thought that my wife belonged to another family didn't occur to me).

So, I did what I should do as a Christian. I prayed.

I extended my hand toward my sleeping wife's back but not touching her so as not to awaken her. Besides, the Good Book says that anything you tell the Lord in private is heard and I decided this was one prayer that I wanted God to hear.

So, I prayed fervently to God to please, PLEASE, not let my wife experience, during her future pregnancies, anything that would cause us to sin or suffer.

I've heard it said that a passionate prayer is a true prayer and one that God will take note of. And I believed it.

So, 29 years later, my wife and I have had three children. During her pregnancies, she didn't experience morning sickness, no cravings, no demands for me to start on a life of crime. God had heard my prayer.

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