Another weekend, another two days of cramming myself into small quarters armed with a chisel, a hammer, and a crowbar.
And my face within 3 feet of a sewer opening at all times.
Wee fun.
So I crossed most things off my list that I had scheduled for the weekend. Things west smoothly…a little toooooooo smoothly. I’ve grown somewhat accustomed to major roadblocks getting in our way as we embark on our projects. A day with nothing but what I expect and am fully prepared for is somewhat confusing if not downright concerning.
Could it be that we’re learning and getting better at this?
Eh. Not likely.
So anyway!
I chiseled the teak floor up. That was tedious and easily comparable to the amount of fun derived from cleaning the grout in your shower with a q-tip. But hey. It’s done now and I’ll never have to do it again.
And now I can say I’ve removed a teak floor.
Cuz that’s totally one of those skills my resume was lacking.
For those of you who are visually stimulated:
Sunday I spent the day cutting and fitting 1/8″ plywood sheeting to go down as the subfloor. I know, I know, there’s already a subfloor. But it’s sticky and not level and not appropriate for applying tiles to.
Once the new subfloor went down I caulked it and primed it in preparations for the new tiles.
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Notice how I didn’t prime the wall? Yea, cuz I’m smart like that. I thought I’d prime the floor first so it would be wet and make it impossible to prime the wall.
Guess I’ll add that to my to-do list for Saturday morning.
While I was busy getting intimate with the poop-hole in the bathroom, Trevor spent the weekend outside pulling out the old in-house vac system so he could get at the blackwater tank.
And it fell in the dumpster. How sad for it.
Suppose we’ll replace that with a much smaller and uber-cooler wet/dry shop vac.
The intent was innocent enough. We needed to get to the blackwater tank so we could inspect why the tank gauge is reading the tank as perpetually full. By the time Trevor got to the gauge at the top of the tank it broke off in his hands from all the years of corrosion.
Guess we know why it’s not working.
And while I’m in the middle of trying not to drop important tools down the toilet shoot, Trevor comes to me with this hairbrained idea that we should pull the blackwater tank out (fun!) and give it a good cleaning (more fun!) and then we can re-pipe the sewer lines and deal with some leaks we suspect exist.
I can’t tell you how excited I am with this plan.
The anticipation with which I am racked with at this very moment cannot be summarized. I exude delight with this idea.
And the best part? By re-doing the sewer lines I will be able to pull off the toilet flange (previously referred to as the “toilet shoot”) that is in the bathroom floor and replace it with a less-urine-soaked one.
In fact, I believe the ones they give you at the store are urine-free. I’ll have to check on that.
Oh oh oh – but that’s not the best part…the best part is that, well, did you look at that pic? Go back and look…see how there are lines in the new subflooring? The ones filled with caulk? Yea, those are cuts.
Cuts I made to get the flooring around the toilet hole.
Cuts that were a PAIN IN THE ASS to make because you are doing them with a utility knife because there’s really no good way to cut 1/8″ plywood other than with a fricken’ box cutter.
It took me, like, 3 hours to painstakingly measure, cut, and lay that little piddly floor (no pun intended).
And now I’ll be able to just remove the flange.
The very item that required that I spend 3 hours measuring, cutting and caulking for.
Wah wah wah.
Ok, I’m done griping.
So I guess the plan for this weekend is to lay down the tile in the bathroom…and get intimate with a big black metal box that has contained my family’s shit and piss for many many years.
I’ll be sure to post lots of pics for that.
