When I went through my divorce years ago and moved out of base housing, I rented an apartment at my aunt & uncle’s house. The guy who originally owned the house used to brag how cheaply he did everything. My apartment had been the garage when the house was originally built.
The bathroom has needed to be done for quite a while. I’ve been putting it off because 1) I work 3 jobs; 2) I didn’t feel like spending the money; and 3) I was afraid of what I would find once I ripped everything out.
My father is a retired union carpenter, so beginning on Monday, he will be helping me (or I’ll be helping him). But I started the demolition yesterday after I got Maverick settled.
To be honest, a grenade would have been easier (and more fun). While ripping out the Sheetrock, there was a loose 2x4 that was just laying up there and fell and hit me. Good thing it hit me in the head so there was no chance of it damaging anything.
Then while breaking up the cast iron tub to remove it, I realized there was no floor under the tub. I had to hold it up with my left hand, swing the sledge hammer with the other hand and keep it from falling on the copper supply lines and pvc drain lines and damaging them. NOT FUN!!!
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