No man can be proud sitting on a pink toilette.
I bet you all have been wondering why I haven't written anything lately. It's not that I haven't wanted to but the HONEY-DO list really kicked in. In fact it kicked so hard, I have hand to bandage myself twice with the assistance of Ruth. The last one in fact was not the brightest thing that I ever did, but that is a totally different story. Anyway since I last dropped a Blog line my days and projects have been like this.
No man can be proud sitting on a pink toilette.
The 1st thing I tackled was to change of colors in the bathroom. As stated above, I could not look at a pink sink, tub, walls, nor use a pink toilet any longer . So I started in on tearing things out. We took a quote from a local plumber for installing a new tub along with other necessary task and the bid came back rather high. We scratched our heads as to why and then we found out that it was based on the fact that we are removing a cast iron tub. After many rounds of discussions where I said let them do it, and Ruth stating we could do it, I gave in.
So a week later Mike, Ruth and I lifted and tugged on a cast iron tub. We then discovered why the cost by the plumber was so high. Those things are D&^M heavy. Anyway with all three of us lifting and shoving, we finally got it to the front door. We tipped it on end and let it go outside. There the tub landed and we all looked at each other with the understanding that the plumber did not charge enough and that he could have the installation process regardless of cost.
I then focused on the walls. I needed to remove some of the drywall to allow the tub removal. Once started, Ruth came in and started to look at the rest of the walls. After reviewing a few issues, we decided to pull it all down and start over. In other words enough changed are in the works that it all turned into a “might as well” project.
Next I turned to the sink and its issues. After a quick review I determined that the sink would not come out without a lot of cussing, I decided to cut all the copper pipes off at the floor and cap them. This made quick work of removal, but it did take two trips to town to get the right caps. Again a plumber would have had the right stuff with him. The removal of the sink a vanity went with out a hitch. I was surprised at how cheep the vanity was built as it was so light I could carry the whole thing out and toss it into the dumpster. In fact it only took 2 hits with the hammer and the whole thing fell apart.
I then went back to pull off the last of the drywall. It came off easy, but in big sheets, so I decided to reach around and hit it on the backside to break it up. I should have looked 1st but didn't. When I went to bang on the drywall piece, I happen to pick the only spot were a 2.5 inch nail was still sticking out. I impaled that nail right into my forearm enough to make all my fingers tingle. The blood squirted out like I had hit a major vein, so I quickly compressed the area and went looking for Ruth. Lucky for me, she was close by and she bandaged the area well. In fact the arm healed over quickly as I didn't tear away at it, so I guess I am lucky.
Net is we have taken so long to get back to the plumber that he moved on to other business and we have been waiting for him to show up. He promised to be here sometime today, but I have to see the truck in the drive way before I believe it. In the meantime I no longer have to look at pink walls, or a pink tub, or a pink sink. I only have to sit there on that pink toilette looking at 2 by 4 studs and insulation..
And I call it progress
No man can be proud sitting on a pink toilette.
The 1st thing I tackled was to change of colors in the bathroom. As stated above, I could not look at a pink sink, tub, walls, nor use a pink toilet any longer . So I started in on tearing things out. We took a quote from a local plumber for installing a new tub along with other necessary task and the bid came back rather high. We scratched our heads as to why and then we found out that it was based on the fact that we are removing a cast iron tub. After many rounds of discussions where I said let them do it, and Ruth stating we could do it, I gave in.
So a week later Mike, Ruth and I lifted and tugged on a cast iron tub. We then discovered why the cost by the plumber was so high. Those things are D&^M heavy. Anyway with all three of us lifting and shoving, we finally got it to the front door. We tipped it on end and let it go outside. There the tub landed and we all looked at each other with the understanding that the plumber did not charge enough and that he could have the installation process regardless of cost.
I then focused on the walls. I needed to remove some of the drywall to allow the tub removal. Once started, Ruth came in and started to look at the rest of the walls. After reviewing a few issues, we decided to pull it all down and start over. In other words enough changed are in the works that it all turned into a “might as well” project.
Next I turned to the sink and its issues. After a quick review I determined that the sink would not come out without a lot of cussing, I decided to cut all the copper pipes off at the floor and cap them. This made quick work of removal, but it did take two trips to town to get the right caps. Again a plumber would have had the right stuff with him. The removal of the sink a vanity went with out a hitch. I was surprised at how cheep the vanity was built as it was so light I could carry the whole thing out and toss it into the dumpster. In fact it only took 2 hits with the hammer and the whole thing fell apart.
I then went back to pull off the last of the drywall. It came off easy, but in big sheets, so I decided to reach around and hit it on the backside to break it up. I should have looked 1st but didn't. When I went to bang on the drywall piece, I happen to pick the only spot were a 2.5 inch nail was still sticking out. I impaled that nail right into my forearm enough to make all my fingers tingle. The blood squirted out like I had hit a major vein, so I quickly compressed the area and went looking for Ruth. Lucky for me, she was close by and she bandaged the area well. In fact the arm healed over quickly as I didn't tear away at it, so I guess I am lucky.
Net is we have taken so long to get back to the plumber that he moved on to other business and we have been waiting for him to show up. He promised to be here sometime today, but I have to see the truck in the drive way before I believe it. In the meantime I no longer have to look at pink walls, or a pink tub, or a pink sink. I only have to sit there on that pink toilette looking at 2 by 4 studs and insulation..
And I call it progress
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