The bathroom remodel started yesterday. Wish we could have had a Repair Party but that was not possible. With a crack about 2 inches from the drain,and potential water damage, it had to be replaced and FYI, insurance only covers a sudden flood situations.
Yesterday was Demo and Install Day. Today is Sheetrock and Floor Day. Tomorrow Paint Day. It's a small bathroom, a relatively in and out job with very minor inconvenience...except at night when one has to cross the vast expanse of 1200 square feet to make many nighttime potty runs.
The contractor pointed out that the shower spout had been installed at the wrong end when the house was built and he would switch it to the other side, making it right. I looked at the shower head opening, now even with the toilet placement. Hum, checked the other bathroom and it was right. Confusing but the first thing I thought of was, how long is it going to take to get use to the change? Seriously, it bothered me for most of the day...until I saw the tub in place and it reminded me of the other bathroom and I felt, right at home.
Now, breathing more regularly again, I wonder why in the last 11 years and 6 months, I never once noticed, it going the wrong way. How could that be? Day in and day out, one is in the bathroom, doing something. What scares me is what else am I missing? Something that is right under my very nose, something that could change my whole perspective, if I was aware. Funny, how perspective comes and goes. Never ceases to amaze me, what amazes me. While I started a bit inflexible, and ended up very pliable, very pliable indeed...
