And now for something a little different . . .
When I left the house to attend a church conference late Sunday afternoon, the 1920 bathtub was sitting in the landing where Monte and Jason deposited it on Monday. Scott had worked on sealing all of the tile in the bathroom, and had moved on to touching up the drywall, so the tub was safe where it sat.
Imagine my surprise when I arrived home a few hours later and found this...
. . . the tub was in its place in the bathroom!
All by himself, Scott wriggled the tub down the hallway, using a piece of carpet to help scoot it along. He described in detail the tilting, wedging, lowering, and praying that it took to maneuver the tub into its spot. He even got to take the dusty and grimy plastic wrap off the tub, revealing the pretty yellow paint I selected oh so many months ago.
Scott also brought the toilet and pedestal sink into the room to get ready for installation. The plan is to ask the plumber to hook up everything when he's here this week working on the new addition.
The only thing standing between me and painting this bathroom are those damp portions of spackle on the ceiling.
Stay Tuned for Our Next Adventure!