TERRIBLE DECISIONS: NOT DEAD YET

1503320_10152055397933926_293884714_nAlllllrightythen.  Phase one:  DESTROY BULKHEAD is complete.  That last board back there is being left in place on account of there are nails going both ways and I suspect pulling it is going to destroy the drywall, so we’re going to leave it until we actually need to destroy the drywall.  The broken piece of DW on the right there is coming down on that same day.  Either today (probably not) or tomorrow my father-in-law is coming over; the new bathroom fan is getting installed right about where that pipe for the old one is coming down.  That’s attic work and electrical work; I can destroy by myself– I need help for that part.  After that’s done, we start taking out the walls.

Total elapsed time:  Two hours, maybe, start to finish, and it’s even all clean already, except for that little bit in the back corner yet that I haven’t pulled down.  Bathing the boy tonight shouldn’t be a problem.

Injury report:  Minor scrape to knuckles, incurred after all work was done and while bagging up the trash.  I didn’t feel a damn thing; turns out broken tile is razor-sharp and maybe you keep the work gloves on even when you’re not technically doing what you think of as work anymore.

Trepidation report:  incredibly high; this was the second thing in a row that was Way Too Goddamn Easy.  There’s gonna be a tarrasque living in the walls, I just know it.

 

TERRIBLE DECISIONS: PHASE ONE IN PROGRESS

1527033_10152055231538926_2050451363_nHELLFUCKYEAH

Yeah, that’s right.  HELL to the power of FUCK YEAH.

Haven’t even electrocuted myself yet.

Gimme an hour.

In which that was unexpected (Terrible Decisions, part XIV)

This is Mr. Bulkhead:

photo 1Mr. Bulkhead lives in my bathroom, above my tub.  He holds my shower fan and is covered with tile on his lower side.  Until this evening, I thought he was full of blown-in insulation from the attic.  Then I dremeled my way into him to see what I was in for when I demolished him later this week.

I was a bit startled with what I found.

photo 2If you were to poke your face directly into the hole up there, this is what you would see– a perfectly clean and dry space (any dust you see is from cutting through the drywall– not so much as a spiderweb despite the hole back there,) seriously over studded on the bottom (I assume to carry the weight of the tile?) and featuring unexpected and currently (that’s a pun) inexplicable electrical wires.  I think that the one on the left runs to a power switch in the hallway– or maybe to the power switch in the bathroom itself, if it turns toward the camera and goes through a bunch of studs along the way.  The other one is a bit of a mystery, because it’s not coming from the attic like all the other power lines in the house– I’m guessing there’s a junction box buried in the wall somewhere(*).  Best guess is that it feeds a power outlet in the entryway to the house, although it seems like it’s in a weird place for that.  Note the drywall along the back wall; that drywall has the bathtub surround tile on it once it gets south of the box.

Here’s the fan:

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I cannot believe that that rinkydink summamabitch has been keeping my bathroom dry all these years; that tape should have dissolved somewhere in the eighties.  The new fan is considerably larger and more powerful; we got the best one we had available to us.

Hooking it up is gonna be interesting.  I had the idea that we’d be pushing away a bunch of insulation around it, moving the ceiling up, and tying it into the existing vent pipe however that might be done;  the nice clean box we have is now calling that plan into question– like, maybe we keep the damn thing now that we know what it looks like?  I dunno.  We’d still have to redrywall at least the “floor” of the thing since the ceiling tile still has to come down.  That electrical line in the back has me concerned, too; to keep that in the wall we’d have to notch out the studs back there or something.  Doable, obviously, but I wasn’t planning on moving electrical lines even if it’s easy.

On the plus side, the wallpaper removal has been the easiest thing in the world.  I’m honestly not sure right now if this new discovery has made this job more or less of a pain in the ass. As always, I’ll keep y’all updated.  Especially if I hurt myself.

Suggestions and advice are welcome, obviously.

(* It’s my understanding that you’re not supposed to do that?  Although maybe that wasn’t code when the house was built?  I dunno; right now I don’t even know what it’s back there for, so speculating about whether the possibly-nonexistent junction box is up to code or not seems kinda pointless.)

 

 

Terrible Decisions, Stage Four: Spendin’ Money

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And that’s our vanity, except six inches narrower than the one we bought. For some reason, I’m super excited about the vanity; I like the way the sink slopes gently downward into the basin rather than having straight up-and-down walls– although as soon as the boy learns how much fun splashing around in that sink is going to be I’m probably going to regret it. I am… working on the faucet. This is the thing that MLW and I have most disagreed on, I think– I’m completely in love with this kind of faucet and she hates it.

Also purchased: a matching mirror. We’re also going to get a cabinet but didn’t pick it up tonight because we’re not a hundred percent certain where we want to put it yet.

Tile dude was here yesterday; we should have the estimate on the tiling in the very near future. Whee!

In other news, I got two and a half inches of grading done tonight before deciding I was done grading. I’m sending home progress reports on Friday and I need to write an Algebra test tonight, too. Instead I will probably watch a couple of hours of MasterChef and then read a book. Like I said: Whee!

Terrible Decisions, Stage Three

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What I have learned about myself today:  sometimes, when I’m trying to measure something, even if I’m being careful, I can somehow suddenly end up being off by two entire inches for no clear reason at all, and then can add 3 to 56, get 59, but get off another inch as I’m trying to measure those three inches.  I’m not sure how these things happen.  It’s possible that I’m dumb!  But if I’m dumb I’m at least dumb enough that I caught it and fixed it (pay attention to black, not orange) before it mattered to anyone.

Note that “before it mattered to anyone” technically means “ever,” since those walls that I’ve written on are getting torn down and then an actual professional is doing the tiling.  But it occurred to us that we ought probably to have a real idea of how we were going to put the tile on the wall before we start paying some dude to come over and do it for us– since, again, I cannot be trusted.  

The actual tiles are at the bottom of the post.  We’re using the white glossy ceramic with the greyish-blue marbling as the main shower tile, and it’s going almost all the way up the wall, to where you can see the little black line with the arrows on it– or, possibly, a bit above that, if we add a row of narrower beveled tiles above the bigger ones.  The actual tiles are the same style as the one in the picture but are 10″ x 14″.  We’ll probably put a row of those smaller ones on the outside row just to make it look less abrupt– much like the current tub does.

The bulkhead you see there is going to be gone, and we’re putting in a new ceiling fan powered by the tears of children.  We’re not planning on tiling the shower ceiling; that’ll all be paint, although we haven’t settled on a color yet.  Still working on that.

The black line with the wavy bit in it is going to be accent tile– the glass tile you see down below, cut into four rows so that each section of tile actually gets us four feet of the accent row.  We may or may not use more of it as a little backsplash between the vanity and the mirror; we haven’t gotten that far yet and aren’t sure how it’ll look in the end.  The third, darker tile is the floor– we bailed on the cork idea once we determined that we absolutely had no choice but to retile the shower surround; if we’re paying a professional to come in anyway we may as well lay tile on the floor.  I still like the cork idea but this is less risky.  The orange wavy parts are slightly-mismeasured other ideas about where to put the accent row; I think the black is the actual final decision, although it’ll end up being off by a tiny bit since I didn’t bother to account for 1/8 of an inch or so of grout between each of the tiles.  It’s slightly above my eye level, which is about where I wanted it, and is high enough that it’s unlikely that it’s going to get a lot of water splashed on it (since this’ll be a high-grout area) which was what my lovely wife wanted.  Plus at that height we don’t have to have any of the bigger tiles cut to put it there– it’ll slide in nicely between, if I remember right, the third and fourth row.

I may push for floor heating, since the actual floor space in the room is so small I can’t imagine it’ll cost much.  Don’t tell my wife yet.(*)

(Oh, hey, wait!  I looked it up and it’s not that expensive for a small area. Hmm.)

At any rate, the next step is to wait for Installer Dude to come by and measure everything for reals, which is happening… tomorrow, I think?  And then we actually buy all the tile and break a bunch of shit and possibly need a plumber for behind the wall (I’m crossing my fingers that this doesn’t happen) and then do some cement boarding and then bring him back to actually do the tiling work.  Or maybe we do that even before we schedule him to come back; I dunno, but we decided that we weren’t breaking anything until he’d measured and we had a sense of what sort of lead time they needed to schedule the job.

I’m looking forward to the “breaking stuff” phase.  We were gonna do that this weekend but ended up deciding it was stupid timing.  No use destroying the bathroom before it’s necessary, right?  Sure.

Enjoy what’s left of your Labor Day weekend, folks.  And thank a union member for making sure you have days off at all.  Or, better yet, become one.

(*) Of course she reads this.  You still don’t get to tell her.

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