The three red trucks on the end yielded five plumbers on Tuesday,
to tackle the drain issues we've tolerated for twenty six years.
(Remember Mom's carpenter friend Bill? Yes, he "redid" everything, and winged it more often than not.)
I now know more about drains than Bill probably ever did.
Bathtubs have two inch drains.
Shower stalls require three inch drains. It's something about the way the water goes round and round.
Bill left us with two inch drains where three inch drains were required.
How many tradesmen fit in a 6' x 8' bathroom, stripped down to bare walls?
Three. For a few moments, four, but three was the consistent number.
More plumbers downstairs.
This one stayed upstairs.
Between all of them, including Jim and Mike,
they removed the old cast iron stack in the corner
and put in shiny new PVC.
It's a balancing act with the rotten old floor removed.
They gave young Mike the toughest perch of all. (The forward pointing toes.)
By Wednesday's end, new flooring and a good deal more prep work done.
Jim couldn't reset the toilet; I slept upstairs!
When I came in from work today, the shower stall was framed in. Jim was even putting down the sub floor, while Scott, a leftover plumber, was finalizing the terlit hole.
I think these guys are pleased me and my camera are missing a good half of every day!
Still holds three people, but one is now technically in the bathtub. Well, the shower.
Concrete, to set the shower base.
"You know you're standing on something!" Jim explained.
I'll bet a hammer and a crescent wrench are standard tools for setting the last quarter inch of a reluctant drain.
The plumbers are gone, it's back to Jim and Mike.
Contemplating the wall.
End of day four.
Jim reset my toilet for another night.
I'm sure the poor old thing thinks perhaps I love it and it, of all the old fixtures, will prevail.
Ha! This time next week there will be a lovely tall toilet there.
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