Two Weeks*

Remember this post from January when I bemoaned the intended replacement of a shower door leading to the total gutting of my bathroom?  Just in case you forgot, here's a little reminder.  That's my shower after it was gutted to the studs and the floor was broken up.  It revealed even worse damage than what was behind the walls because the idiot who installed it nailed the sub-floor to the dryer vent allowing decades of moisture from the punctured vent to poor into the floor.  Mr. Lime says it was a miracle I didn't wind up falling through the floor.




It's been two weeks* since the work to strip down and rebuild the bathroom has begun.  It's still not done but we estimate it should be done in....two weeks.*  There were delays due to the unbelievably harsh winter.  For example, when you have to shovel two feet of snow off your roof, and then the neighbor's because they are overseas, it kind of wears you out for remodeling.  There was winter illness.  There was the need to completely re-plumb the house.  Little things, you understand.  Then a stretch of free weekends and a flurry of activity brought us to the point where Mr. Lime could finally spackle.  He hates to spackle.  He hates it almost as much as he hates painting.  Me?  I like to paint.  I don't spackle though.  He pretended there was no spackling to be done for a while.  He struggled through the first coat.  He begged a friend to do the second coat.  He sanded it....sort of.  Then he turned it over to me for painting because the only thing he hates more than spackling is painting.  He did enjoy building that nifty little built in shelf unit though.  It's made from local ash his friend milled.

As you can see in the picture above and in this picture, I painted.  I am given to extensive deliberation over paint colors but this time around I was pretty quick about it.  I opted for Woodrow Wilson Putty because nothing says bathroom luxury quite like conjuring images of the POTUS spackling my bathroom.  I've decided to give up on becoming a librarian.  The pay stinks. I'll need student loans.  I have to deal with the public.  I'm gonna find me a nice gig naming paint colors because I am pretty sure with names like Woodrow Wilson Putty they just sit around the pool drinking heavily while they sort paint chips.  Whaddya wanna call this faded yellow chip here?  How about Millard Fillmore Wax? 

Oh and check that medicine cabinet.  Mr. Lime recessed it for me even though it was supposed to be a wall mount.  I appreciated his indulgence in this matter.

Once I finished the priming and painting (and may I say I find it hard to believe someone finds plumbing preferable because painting is a zen thing for me) I turned the room back over to Mr. Lime.  Today he put the ceramic tile floor in. It's starting to look almost like a bathroom instead of a nightmare.  It should be done in two weeks.*















*The term "two weeks" should not be taken literally.  It should be regarded as an estimate for an indeterminate amount of time which could be greater than or less than two calendar weeks, in fact, it is best to just disregard any calendar at all and assume a span of time which may best be characterized by the term "era."  Failure to release any and all expectations regarding estimates of completion date may lead to hypertension, stroke, outbursts of rage, existential crisis, hallucinations, severe nostril cramps, hammertoes, alopecia, simple chronic hallitosis, and irritable spouse syndrome.