Back At It

Here we go again. 

I don’t mean that I have started this blog back after a longer-than-expected … um … creative hiatus, shall we say. I mean another bathroom remodel.

Loyal readers will recall the previous remodeling, which eventually resulted in a fabulous new master bathroom that we had been dreaming about for years. Now, we have started in on the guest bathroom, even though we rarely have guests who stay long enough to have need of a bathroom (if you discount the toilet).

So we started with a simple rip-out-and-replace plan. Take all the crap out (pun intended) and simply replace with upgraded sinks, etc. 

Not so fast. First, replacing the plastic tub/shower combo (in a rare harvest gold not often seen these days) was … problematic. Or, to be more concise, impossible. Our local national hardware store chain said they could get one in about two months, which didn’t exactly fit our preferred time frame seeing as our contractor had his crowbar poised, so to speak.

I mean, what is it with these supply chain issues? Doesn’t anybody make anything anymore? Or deliver them? They say unemployment is extremely low, so what kind of job does everybody have? Surely they aren’t all investment bankers or hedge fund managers or other paper shufflers who make fabulous amounts of money while not actually, you know, doing anything constructive like making something or delivering it. Although I may have to get into the hedge fund business after seeing how much things like a plastic tub/shower combo that you can’t even get cost.

And speaking of highly paid yahoos who don’t do anything constructive, what are all our politicians doing about all this other than bad-mouthing each other or stashing national secrets in their closet? Don’t they get frustrated when they order something and are told it will be six months to get here. Talk about your slow boat from China.

But I digress. I think everyone at some point in their life should experience the joys of deconstruction and subsequent reconstruction in the sanctity of their own home. Ah, the whine of the tile saw. The banging of hammers. The dust falling like snow throughout the house. The gnawing apprehension of what actually might lie behind those walls they are tearing out. The dawning realization that, no, I don’t really care what kind of crown molding I want in a bathroom I will rarely use.

Anyway, much like my creative spark the past few months, we are in a holding pattern with our little bathroom project while we wait on the specialist sub-contractors to do their magic. So don’t plan on visiting us right now – you don’t know how long you might have to hold it in.