Yesterday, while I was packing and planning for my New York trip, I began to think the end of our remodeling project was in sight. Not in grasp, you understand, but definitely showing signs of visible progress.
While I’m gone, the tile should be completely laid, the painting should be done, and some of the light fixtures will be installed. I’m excited to return.
When you live in a project day to day it’s difficult to see progress, even though it exists. I supposed it’s like living with children. You can’t always see their development, until someone who hasn’t seen them in a while exclaims, “My, how you’ve grown,” or “How tall you’ve become.” I hope to feel that way about my bathrooms on Friday when I come home.
Of course, some of the details will dribble in. I ordered two mirrors for the master bath, but only one came on the truck. The other won’t come for two weeks. I ordered two lights for the closet with the same result. And the shower door won’t show up until after Thanksgiving, because it couldn’t be measured until the tile was set. Shower doors don’t take kindly to the slightest mis-measurement.
Nevertheless, it will feel great not to have workers in our house at odd hours. Soon we’ll be able to sleep in our master bedroom again, even if we have to mount a temporary tension rod and a plastic shower curtain in our mega-buck bathroom.
Like I said, the end is in sight.
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