Ten. The number of days left before we leave the Yukon for sevenish months and also the number of days (possibly less) before I die from an overdose of adrenaline and/or a renovation related stroke. We are renting out our house for those months and a bathroom with a toilet and hopefully a sink is the goal. We didn’t actually sign anything saying these would be included in the rental, but we’re trying to not be slumlords right from the get-go.
That is our bathroom, minus the subfloor. Amen, James. The original plan: put down tile over ugly pink vinyl. Then J.D. decided to “do it right” and pull up the ugly pink vinyl first and BAM! EVERYTHING IS ROTTEN AND LEAKING AND DISINTEGRATING AND THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR “DOING IT RIGHT”.
Since we had to remove the floor, we decided to install infloor heating since it doesn’t get more opportune than that. Plus if we don’t get the toilet installed, we can be like, “Look, tenants, what more do you want? The floor is warm.”
Currently, the tile is in and the giant holes in the drywall are patched. We are cursing the egg plant purple on our bathroom walls because if I remember correctly, it takes about ninety three coats to get the right shade. J.D. is also simultaneously cutting and installing trim so all of our furniture is pushed a couple feet from the wall and…
He just said to me, “Claire. We need to pack. It is urgent.” And then there’s that.
More soon on what those sevenish months will look like.