Wednesday, July 14, 2010

And everything will go smoothly . . . NOT!

Yesterday morning, I hit the road before 7 a.m. and headed to our family's summer cottage.  After thinking about it for five or six years, it was time for our bathroom to get a facelift.

The contractor and son showed up about half an hour late, but that was okay--as they had originally intended to start today.  Everything was going to go just as planned and the refit would be done by Thursday.

Demo Okay, that was the dream.  The demo went fast.  Off came the old paneling, off came the old medicine chest (which had a light incorporated into it).  First fix, adding a plug.  (The old medicine chest also had a plug on it -- way up high, difficult to use because you couldn't SEE it.)  First problem, no ground.  A plug within five feet of a sink needs a ground fault interrupt (is that right?).  Off to the store to buy wire. (While that happened, the old wallpaper got scraped from the walls.) Next thing you know, holes being drilled, wire being strung.  Two hours later -- a plug that works and we won't get fried.

Lunch break--lunch break!

Nonsweat toilet In the afternoon, we looked at the mold on the wall from the sweating toilet.  I knew that toilet was a problem, but I didn't know HOW much of a problem.  Turns out there's an easy fix--IF I want the toilet to wear a sweater for the rest of its life or IF I can find a styrofoam insert to go in it OR if I can fashion an insert out of stryofoam myself.  That's for another day.  But we don't want mold on the drywall or to undermine the new floor (when it goes down).

Next up, framing in the new medicine chest (the old one was horizontal, this one is vertical), and adding the new light fixture, or at least putting in a new junction box.  Oops--major 2 x 4 in the way.  Smiling contractor says he'll find a way to get it in there.  It only took about 90 minutes.

Late in the afternoon, drywall compound went on the walls.  Contractor left an isolating fan to try the mud.  Why?  Oh, we're on water and the humidity was about 90% yesterday.  (BTW, it DID dry.  At about 3 a.m.)

Refitting the bathroom is kind of a bittersweet thing.  My Dad built the bathroom.  When he bought the place, there was a toilet on a little screened porch.  That's it.  Dad and my brothers added two decent sized bedrooms and converted the toilet on a porch to a real bathroom with a shower.  Dad didn't have a lot of money back then and "it's only a cottage," so the bathroom wasn't exactly pretty, but it was functional. 

Dad didn't like the idea of changing things, so I didn't feel comfortable even painting the bathroom (I had the color picked out six years ago).  Now that Dad's gone, we decided we would replace the paneling with beadboard and paint the wall above it.  It kind of escalated.  Oh, let's put in a plug.  Oh, lets get the new medicine cabinet (which necessitated the light).  And now ... we have to address that sweating toilet.

The original estimate was two-three days.  Now we're looking at four to five.  And if you're wondering why I don't have any pictures, I did bring my camera, but don't have the software on my laptop to download them. 

But I've been asked by Facebook friends to show lots of pix, and I'll probably just upload it all to facebook sometime next week.  I'll keep you posted. 

Is there a room in your house that needs a facelift?
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UPDATE:  Not only was the toilet sweating, but it was cracked, too.  Luckily, Hubby was no the way with some other supplies and he picked up a toilet, too.  So that'll get installed today (thank goodness.  It's a long walk to my neighbor's house in the middle of the night).  And wasn't it nice of my neighbor to let me use her facilities during the l-o-n-g day our bathroom was out of commission.  (Yea, Cindy!)