The Last Big Job

There’s a toilet on our porch. Until a few hours ago, there was a bathtub out there as well. We’re at the point of no return in our mini-me master bathroom take down.

The bead board pulls off fairly easily. We’re delighted as we’ve plans on reinstalling it in the new configuration. To keep it safe, we store it out…on the porch.

I begin taking apart the dreaded ‘plastic’ shower.

We each have our jobs. My Loving Spouse whacks away, quickly demolishing the plaster board. I pick up the pieces and throw them out the window.

My Loving Spouse makes his first of many trips ‘down the hole’. He cuts the drain line so we can rip up the rest of that shower. This ugly bathroom actually gets worse before it gets better.

The floor under the shower is nasty. There is more plumbing to remove before we can take it out. Luckily, Gunner, is on hand to help.

The high points are two more trips to the dump AND, when we get to stuff a rag into the end of the sewage pipe.

We’ve planned well. There are bathroom items everywhere around the house (and the porch). We don’t know where very much is, except the bandages and the Advil. (This is not our first rodeo). The floor is gone and there’s a mad gleam in our eyes. We keep repeating that this is ‘Our last big job’.

…and even if we’re wrong, we are blessed.