The downstairs of the house consists of a full bath and an ILLEGAL bedroom – a room a few inches shorter than it has to be to be a real bedroom. I wonder how it feels about that? The bedroom was very sad and has been made slightly less sad with the removal of the indoor/outdoor carpet. There’s a bed in there with a cozy flowery duvet, the washer and dryer, and a fine assortment of tchotchkes lining the walls. We call it the Laundromat and so far we’ve had a couple of overnight guests. It’s neither here nor there at this point. Someday we’d like to put in french doors that open out into our magnificent garden but right now it’s hemmed in with the ugly leanto that’s still attached. And we don’t have a magnificent garden.
But the bathroom is pathetic in an 80s way that bothers me much more than it bothers Sky. There are 3 competing pinky colors and they don’t work together at all. The walls/shower tiles are peachy-pink, the vanity is beige-y pink and the floor tiles were lavendery-pink. The grout for both the wall and floor tiles seems be unfinished or for some other reason falling apart whenever it gets wet or looked at inappropriately. I’d been doing my best to ignore the situation until it came time to mop in anticipation of company. And I thought to myself, why spend 30 minutes cleaning an ugly falling apart floor when I can spend 2 hours covered in dust, banging at the tiles with a hammer instead?
I had a lot of fun banging on the tiles with a hammer, and making using of LEVERAGE which is now my favorite simple tool. Way to go, early inventors. That shit is amazing! Get a crowbar under just the tiniest little bit of tile and those suckers pop right off! If you’re lucky. Which I was enough of the time to keep me interested in banging tiles with a hammer. I got very sweaty and sweary but it was fun. Then we let Rufus help put away the tiles until I realized there was a lot of dust and we were probably giving him black lung.
Of course I ran out of steam after the bathroom was done so now there’s just my “experiment” patch which is at the bottom of the stairs. I plan to enlist Karin’s help and/or ply her with gin so she’ll help knock out the rest. Then we will either seal the pretty, multicolored concrete or paint it something nice and not lavender. There’s a great Max & Ruby book where Max chants “Bang!” over and over again, so Rufus did some of that whenever he wasn’t running out to Sky in the garden and tattling on me with pleas of “Papa, Mama breaking the bathroom. It’s very bad.”
I think the novelty of banging holes in the floor is going to take awhile to wear off. It’s pretty damned amazing.