We are 36 hours into the mission of remodeling two of our three bathrooms, and so far things have gone well. Really well. Earl and I are still on talking terms.
This week it’s all about demolition. We have a huge, ugly dumpster holding court on our driveway; and, believe me, this is not an attractive addition to the landscaping. It is also a calling card to all our neighbors that we are doing something major inside our home. The township permit taped to our window announces our intentions too, if any neighbor chooses to get close.
We’ve been planning this project since late spring, and now it’s really here. I must say that planning it in the abstract and living it in real time are two different things. The latter is much more stressful, and I keep reminding myself – even though we’re only two days into it – of what the outcome will be and how much we will like it.
That’s how I got through the major sawing, hacking, and crowbaring that occurred today while I attempted to work. As the banging continued, I had to explain to those I spoke with on the telephone that I currently live and work in a construction zone.
One bathroom is totally demolished as of this evening, and this means we are either ahead or right on schedule. The dumpster is beginning to show the results of our work.
I put up a handmade calendar of the next four weeks today, and every day I’m going to draw an illustration of my mood in the given space. Yesterday and today rated one smiley face each. I’m crossing my fingers it remains that way.
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