7 Oct 2011

The soft spot

I got out of bed this morning thinking I would be painting all day…..my least favorite job…behind cleaning bathrooms…but that is beside the point.  Instead we met with the plumber, a very nice guy named Paul.  He headed off with Jerry talking about where this pipe should be and that pipe should be and the position of toilets, showers, vanities and tubs.  I started sweeping up the debris so we could paint without falling over something.  When Jerry and Paul reached the bathroom we had demolished, Jerry pointed out the soft spot in the floor where the shower used to be and asked for pointers on how to fix it.   Paul said ”Well, you have to take all that soft stuff out and replace it.  Cut the beams back as far as you can to the undamaged area then” ……at that point I lost control of my senses.  I was thinking we don’t know which way the beams run nor do we know how far across the house the beams run…are they short beams or extra long beams?  Do we have to tear up just the floor in the bathroom or do we have to tear up all the way across the bedroom?   When I finally came back to my senses and the conversation, Jerry was thanking him, shaking his hand and telling him we would see him next week.  As soon as Paul left I started peppering Jerry with my questions.  He told me we were going to clean out the hole and talk to David, our contractor,  and for me not to worry.    I laughed and told him “Too Late!”  We cleaned out the soft stuff in the hole where the shower was and I muttered “it is amazing some poor soul didn’t land in the kitchen when the entire thing fell thru the ceiling!”  Jerry told me “Don’t worry”.  I thought to myself “too late”.  We shall see what David says when he comes next week.

 the old ceiling from the kitchen below

Soft beams

After cleaning up the mess in the bathroom again,   I asked Jerry “where do I start painting?”  I didn’t start painting….I started sanding.  I sanded all day and was not finished when we quit for the day.  I will probably start painting Tuesday.  Something wonderful to look forward too!

The other “surprise” we had Friday was a 5 inch plastic cylinder.  This little plastic cylinder has been sitting on the stairwell wainscoting ledge since the first day we saw the house.  I had never touched it.  Friday I touched it.  It slipped out of my hand, hit the floor and the top flew off.  I was immediately engulfed with the smell of very strong…..perfume!  I started laughing when Jake took off running…that is how “good” it smelled!  My Dad would have said “Sis, that smells like a wh%#e in church!”  LOL  Anyway, I put the cylinder above the interior door in the garage.  I decided I would prefer the “wh%#e in church” scent to “auto repair shop” smell. 

As we left that afternoon I chuckled to myself….I thought today was going to be totally boring with no surprises…Boy, was I wrong!