This may not look like progress. The renovation of the bathroom at the 'other house' has proved a lengthy and messy business.
J. discovered a discouraging con-togglement of leaky pipes and badly worn fittings behind both bathtub and sink. Here he works to install new fixtures and Pex lines to replace ancient copper.
It seems to require this entire battery of tools and implements!
Note the mug of iced tea for refreshment.
I took the above photos on Thursday.
I had a appointment at the chiropractor on Friday morning, so rode to the other house with J. in order to commandeer the mini-van--leaving him to drive one of his cars purchased this spring on impulse.
[Best for me not to discuss those vehicle transactions!]
I decided that rather than returning to play plumber's assistant, I would go home after my errands and attempt some much needed tidying and meal preparation.
The kitchen sink area--with the sink properly re-installed and a new faucet.
I am sorry to report that I damaged a small area of the sink finish today, by soaping and rinsing a paint brush that had been doused in varnish remover.
I should have thought what a caustic substance that is!
We have been watering the garden at the other house every day for a week.
A few showers which were most welcome at home didn't occur there.
We are harvesting the first of the cucumbers from the vines just visible at the left of the photo.
Blueberries and blackberries need picking nearly every day at home.
J. thinks the yield is less than in previous years, but the quality and flavor are fine.
First tomato harvested from the home garden, sliced and shared for supper on Friday.
I am drawn to these with each new blossom unfolding--trying to capture their bold beauty from every angle.
I wondered what was growing in the neglected circular bed on the front lawn of the other house.
I recognized platycodon when the first fat buds began to open.
I discovered two shrubs of hibiscus blooming near the east boundary of the new property.
These are referred to here as Rose of Sharon--hibiscus syriacus--perhaps.
Flamboyant color in the shady dooryard.
The January freeze killed my buddleia to ground level.
It was very slow to put forth new growth this spring and isn't going to be the showy attraction of former summers. Still--the fragrant blooms of its much diminished presence will entice the swallowtail butterflies.
It is so typical of Kentucky climate that plants which should bloom sedately at the end of summer rush into flower in June--leaving me with a suddenly shabby 'gone-by' garden as July arrives.
A mimosa tree is nearly crowded out by invading locust saplings in the back yard of the other house.
The fragrance of the delicate feathery blossoms has fought quite successfully with the homely odors from the farm next door.
I didn't take my camera today.
There has been progress.
The beautifully crafted vanity cabinet has been placed in the bathroom and the gleaming new faucets fitted.
Beadboard went up around it, J. has declared the water leaks cured with the installation of the new lines.
I dragged out sodden bits of flooring [oh yes, the sub-floor under and behind the old vanity had to be replaced!] sorted and put away tools, carried more paint cans and clean brushes and rollers down to the basement storage room.
Rain fell copiously overnight, so there was no need to water the gardens.
I leaned in to the flower strips to tweak out a few weeds, then gave the shrubbery along the front of the house a good trimming.
Home to a shower and fresh clothes; the soggy old towels and cleaning rags from the plumbing job laundered and pegged on the clothesline, a load of assorted 'work clothes' washed, tumble-dried, folded and put away.
J. declares that the bathroom renovation will be completed this week.
We bought the tile which will be used on the floor and the tub/shower surround; paint for the wall above the beadboard wainscoating is mixed and ready.
I have it in mind to strip the wallpaper and paint the third bedroom--I think I can handle that job on my
own, however, considering the complications that arose with the refurbing of the other rooms, I suspect I would be wise to wait a bit.
The monumental struggles with the plumbing have put J. in a frame of mind to be done with renovating for now! I doubt he would appreciate me trailing lengths of limp wallpaper down the hall--or making the unwelcome discovery that the drywall underneath needed his attention.
With work completed on the main floor of the house and the finishing of the basement rooms a somewhat distant possibility at this point, we shall likely begin moving over more of our worldly goods with the thought of maintaining a 'presence' in both houses until a buyer appears for this one.
The area real estate market, while not booming, was encouraging at the point we listed in the early spring.
Our realtor gloomily admits that there has been a slow-down in viewings and sales.
He--and we--hope that a sale will be timely!
Until then--we wait.