Bathroom Destruction: The Visual

Reigning over the front yard

This was the view of the garden yesterday afternoon.  The toilet was one of the first things to go (it will be installed later in its new location, where you can't see it from the hall.  Can't emphasize that enough).

When he arrived, the contractor gazed around the bathroom and said, "You don't want anything in here, right?"

"Just the bathtub and the toilet," I said.

"Right."

The shower door came off right away:

Archaic, right?  Frosted, c. 1965

 The mailman skirted the stuff and delivered the mail.

This is how the bathroom looked at the beginning of the day:

The toilet to be moved to where the lower cabinet is, behind a pony wall (outlined on the floor in blue tape).

All that tile to be jackhammered out

And by the end of the day:

The bathtub encased in "protection,"

The rut alongside the bathtub--tile drilled out. 

The shower is now an equipment closet

Not much happening on the storage side of the bathroom

The hall floor protected...

...and down the stairs

The audio:  It sounds as though someone's wrestling with the house. Crashes and loud thumps.   I keep expecting Geoff, the contractor, to appear and tell me that something's been destroyed, but that's what he's supposed to be doing.

By the way--when you remove a toilet, there's the problem of the hole in the floor, from which wafts the smell of:--olives.  Not sewage.   It's bearable.