Some remarkable progress was made this week. Our tile guy, Alex started doing the waterproofing to tile the front porch. His assistant was female. I think this was the first woman other than me who's physically worked on this remodel. I give her kudos! The tile that we picked for the back-splashes was discontinued, so we went to Daltile on Wednesday to pick out new tile. There were strict social distancing protocols, we had to make an appointment and anything we touched was sanitized. By having an appointment Odessa, gave us great recommendations and we found a back-splash tile that we now like even better than what we had picked before. Odessa was impressed with our decisiveness and our sense of taste, but this is about the fourth time that we've been there picking out tile. We've become a lot less picky, and a lot better at just picking something that works for both of us. I gave credit to Ian's sense of interior design to his mother. (I hadn't intended this to be a feminist blog, but I seem to be giving a lot of credit to women this week. Mother's day was Sunday, so maybe that's fitting. Thank you to my mom, who taught me that I could do whatever I set my mind to, even things that are traditionally men's roles. Thank you to Bev, for entrusting us with her family home and letting us embark on this adventure [yes, it's made us late for supper several times, and worthwhile none the less]). Today, while I picked up our car (that had been in the shop for 5 weeks) Robert installed two of the three shower doors. They are amazing! We're not supposed to use the showers for 24 hours. Oh my goodness, I want to take a long luxurious shower now! Some of the parts weren't in yet, so the 3rd shower should be finished on Wednesday. And yesterday and today Ian (with some help from me) focused on the staircase. The bottom three steps are in. Our cats are not comfortable with the changes to the staircase. I've been amused watching them use all their senses to understand what's being done. They used to jump through the gaps left without blocking for the stair risers. The flooring company says that there should be plywood there. And the precision that the stairs were originally cut to is just not even close to what we expect. So, Ian's measuring, calculating, measuring again, shimming, gluing, screwing, and biscuit joining, I'm making pocket screw holes. And we're getting a much more solid staircase. It's where i'm going in an earthquake. Wow, that was an essay. It has been a week!
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| A Waterproofed porch |
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| Bob inspecting the staircase, disappointed that it's now harder to jump through from below. |
The master shower, with a door!
The downstairs bathroom shower.
