Home Improvement--Craver Edition
I am so blessed that I do not have to do bathroom renovations for a living. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy sawing wood and working with all kinds of tools (grunt, grunt). But progress came at an excruciatingly slow pace. When the whole thing was done, we had only spent about $230. I am especially grateful for that.
Notice the sliver of wood in this picture. I took this shot to demonstrate the source of all the commotion. Without obstructions, the reservoir tank penetrated a whole inch past the plane where the wall used to be! The strain damaged this upstairs floor and the downstairs ceiling (yuck).
There was not much room to store tools and supplies. When I was working with drywall or sawdust, I had the room closed off, so it got really hot up there.
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It was nothing like Lin's troubles. Check out: Why Thursday Sucked--Part 4. She cracks me up. :-).
It felt good to work hard last week. I especially liked going downstairs for ice-cold lemonade and heaps of encouragement from my bride. I would happily do it all again for her. ...Maybe not right away though, okay?
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You, my friend, are a real man. I'll build loftbeds, shelves, fences. I'll mow, edge, weed, plant, trim. I'll even do electricity.
But plumbing is a mystery that I leave to professionals.
Not right away? I'm so impressed by your skills that all my neighbours think you're Tim Allen - and they want to crown you the Renovation King!
Cheers
David
Thank you, young Mr. Craver, misery doth truly love company. You have brought back so many memories of DYI renovations with this. I suspect that the original throne in your bathroom had a much shorter footprint than the new standards do. Less than two years ago, we dealt with one which had just the opposite problem - the replacement toilet sat 1.5" short of the wall. The previous owner (a BIG man) had a habit of dropping back into place from a standing position. Why Mr. Hurlbutt didn't put that toilet or even his Lazy Boy through the walls or floors remains a mystery to me. But the skewed spacing had the same effect of not allowing for a stable beeswax seal. Same results; leaks which ruined the floor AND the ceiling below.
Looks like you figured it out and did a good solid job of it - way ta go! David has bookings for you all over his neighborhood so don't stop now.
thanks for sharing the results of your home improvement project.
Isn't there a better way to get encouragement and lemonade?
(sigh) We noticed two other problems today, maybe related, that will need to be taken care of. It never ends, but Jazzy, I'll take that encouragement and lemonade any way I can get it.
The results are quite impressive. When you have so much of love around, I don't think you would stop. What's next ? Your bedroom ? ;)
I marvel at how much inspiration you found by considering this to be a gift to your wife. It makes me realize that work is transformed by relationship (or lack thereof).
G'day Craver,
Meant to say (but got distracted by your brilliant effort as a handyman) that I love the post title.
Keep smiling
David
I'd say a project a week for Mrs. Craver might not be too many, as she does love you quite a lot. However, if I may so bold as to suggest - a blog entry on why you love Mrs Craver so (aside from cooking - dump cake cannot be a primary motivating force - think in terms of character here man) might be very appropriate!
You're right, Cuckoo; I can't stop. Such is the happy life of a home-owner... the work never ends.
It scares me, LL, to think of what my life would be like without Mrs. Craver. I would probably be a video game hermit.
Coming from you, David, that's quite a compliment. Thanks!
A blog entry on why Ilove my wonderful bride? You may as well ask for a blog entry explaining thermonuclear dynamics. Any attempt would end up shallow if contained in one blog. No, Halfmom I prefer the general listing in the header and spreading the talk all over many posts, as it permeates and affects all areas of my life.
Way to go on the renos, Craver! What a messy job to have to work on.
I remember hubby doing ours. He and a friend installed our new toilet. His friend went to get a drink and take a break.
Meanwhile, Todd grabbed a stick and stuck a glove on the end of it. Then he stuck it upright, work glove up, in the toilet.
He hid in the shower and called out, "Help! Help!"
When his friend came in, it looked like he had flushed himself partway.
We all got a good laugh.
Kudos!
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