This is my Dining Room table, holding the drawers for the vanity . . .
The new towel rods are in the Living Room waiting to be installed . . .
The Kitchen window sill . . . holding a huge sponge used for wiping the walls down after sanding, and some brushes, air drying on top of another sponge . . .
This is actually not too bad . . . there have been weeks when I couldn't even reach the paper shredder next to the bookcase . . .
Here's one of the ladders blocking access to my beautiful photo closet . . . Not a big deal though, I mean, who could possibly think about pulling out photo albums with this mess?
Oh. That's the door to the bathroom in question. My son has been showering in that bathroom for a couple of months without a door. David would rather deal with the lack of privacy than to have to traipse into our bathroom at 5:00 A.M. to take his shower. I make sure not to leave my bedroom until I know he's in the clear . . . Also, notice the vacuum cleaner that is supposed to be stored in the closet behind the door . . . No can do . . .
This is the hallway right in front of the bathroom. That's our old vacuum cleaner which DH uses to vacuum up plaster dust. To the left is the entrance to our bedroom. It's a good thing that I can't leave my room until David is out of the bathroom, I might trip in the dark and fall down . . .
This is the new sink . . . Beautiful, isn't it? . . . It doesn't work.
Lee bought the plumbing parts so long ago, that he's forgotten where he put them . . . He spent an hour on Sunday looking for them . . . then decided that he didn't feel like making another trip to Home Depot to buy new parts . . .
My carpeting is shot. It is filthy but I can't clean it because . . . what's the point? I doubt if I'll be able to salvage it once we are done. Those stains look like they might not come out . . .
The springs on our garage door broke last week and Lee spent Saturday morning waiting for the repairman to come and install new springs . . . then he became obsessed with the leaves on the lawn . . . they had to be raked, even when he believed that the city had just made its final run of the season . . . later he found out that they'll make one more run, so he doubled his efforts . . . Heaven forbid that he should hire a local kid to rake the leaves for him, no sir, not my husband, the quintessential do-it-yourselfer, he had already suffered mightily that day by having to hire someone to fix the garage door . . . Besides, I'm convinced Lee was a gardner in a previous life . . . that's the chore that he prioritizes every time . . . and the bathroom waits . . .