The bathroom project is moving along. It seems like its going slow, but I know that its just because some parts of the project aren’t as dramatic as others. And because I am so impatient. I want to be able to walk barefoot upstairs again. I want to be able to shower at home instead of at the YMCA.
An update:
Weapon of mass destruction.
Can you spot the still-standing shower head in this picture?
The people who were able to see that you could fit a full bathroom into this space were crazy.
Starting to become real.
No more drafty window. The original one, which was caulked shut, was so tiny that we couldn’t find a replacement for it. Solution? A design made out of glass block.
While all of this work is being done, this is where I am showering:
Wonder Boy assures me I should stop complaining because the ladies room at the YMCA has stalls and curtains. Apparently the men’s room looks like the setting of “a prison rape scene.” His words).