Day One.
This was the weekend of the plumbing project for the hallway bathroom, now that Snowmagedden was past and temps in the 40's had melted almost all of the snow. I'm not sure if the plumbing here is original (almost 100 years old) or if it just looks like it (though I think the first floor bathroom plumbing was redone when it went "pink" in the Sixties). There is always work in renovating an old house, but if you pay a professional to do it all, it also gets very expensive. But I wouldn't trade the charm of this place (and the shop) for the biggest of pre made McMansions.
He was looking none too happy when I got in from work. He came up limping slightly Friday and went to the vet Sat. morning. He was eating well, and didn't seem in too much discomfort but it was best to check it out as the Vet is closed on Sunday, had it gotten worse.
The paw and toenails were good, it was just some muscle strain on the shoulder, likely when he was skittering around on the ice rink that was the driveway (when it's that cold the salt does nothing). The vet gave him some safe doggie equivalent of Ibuprofen and said to keep him quiet for a few days, minimal stairs and jumping up on furniture and he'd be fine.
He certainly sulked though when I refused to chase him around and throw toys in the air for him, urging him to his doggie bed, and putting a baby gate up on his favorite spot to snooze when no one is looking, the futon in the office where I write.
I'm not even going to play with the power tools you left me.
OK, spaces in the walls are open where need be and things moved from a closet that will be used for access..
Where to put a nest of bow ties? (The 11th Doctor has nothing on Partner in Grime)
Yes, another pink bathroom, just like the original Range. But this one is in good shape, and the handrails the previous elderly owner left served me well after knee surgery to repair the meniscus, which unfortunately, would NOT buff out. This will be the last room renovated, once the plumbing is updated so there's more than a little thin spray of hot water.
I know another tool I'll need.
Whenever things don't go so well
and you want to hit the wall and yell
Here's a little dammit doll
that you can't do without
Just grasp it firmly by the legs
and find a place to slam it
And as you whack the stuffing out
yell Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!
On the plus side Mom, this is greatly reducing my chances of having to take a late night bath.
Day Two
OK, there's a little more work to do, but there's homemade banana bread with Cardamom.
Road trip!
Why yes, I have been in here before!
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Day 3
The pipes are all shiny and new, there is hot and cold water, and Barkley is feeling his old self again. And even with paperwork and supplies we probably saved one or two thousand bucks (plus the cost of replacing one Dammit Doll).
Thanks for visiting! I'll be back with a gear review and more Range stories this week.
