Or anyone else who takes on remodels of a major nature…
Absolute insanity at the house these past few days. Four vans in the driveway by 9:00 am, four people working on four separate projects throughout the day. In theater terms this is what is commonly known as Hell Week. It’s the dress rehearsal before the show opens.
There’s a reason they call it that. You work like mad for seven straight days making sure every light is perfect, every line can be heard, and every actor is hitting their mark. This is hell week at the house on Mountain Lane. 1:00 am to bed is early this week. And everything matters.
Last Friday we got our preliminary inspection. 10 items, most of them small, were given to us by the building inspector. A railing here and there. Different smoke alarms (ours were hard-wired and but had not batter backup. City of Beacon requires a battery backup, which makes perfect sense.) Low water sensor on the boiler. A connection to the City water line. All small but necessary pieces of the puzzle.
Today the tile was set in the shower pan. Tomorrow, on the floor in the bathroom. Thursday, the walls.
The floor tile is a story in itself. Our plan was to put Suntouch warm wire underneath the tile. Something to keep our toes toasty in the winter time. I went to install it late Sunday afternoon so Werner could begin laying the tile on Monday. But somehow "dorkboy" (otherwise known as me) over-ordered the wire by a rather significant amount. (Let’s just say it was more than double what I needed.) This wire cannot be cut. Therefore, it could not be used. Needless to the say, the air was not being filled with any Sunday school words upon the discovery of my stupidity. Fortunately, I was able to orderâ€â€at significant expenseâ€â€the wire that I needed. It arrived today, will be installed tonight and, hopefully, will be keeping us cozy next winter.
Now it’s time to wash my mouth out with soap…
