It may be mundane and pointless to you, but I’m so happy. I took the first shower in our new tub. We got our income tax money, and a construction worker friend who saw our bathroom was so bad that we only had to pay the cost as a down payment. He insisted as he actually said he couldn’t believe we were still using the old one–one false move and one of us could have fallen through the rotted floor in the cracked plexiglass tub. (Well, one of the other people in the house. I refused to use it after a while.)
He used a lot of good stuff–this special treated wood that sweats out moistures, and is used at docks and lasts 30 years. A metal tub. He reinforced everythign, rebuilding some of the runners. He fixed the plumbing that had apparently been messed up since the house was built (the pipe didn’t make it all the way to the bathroom drain.)
It also means we finally have a working second toilet. No more waking people up to go to the bedroom bathroom at night.
This is the first shower in an unbroken tub at my house for 2 effing years. No more washing in the sink or using the tub scared to death I was going to break my legs falling the 3 feet to the ground.
I’m just so, so happy. And I had to tell you.