Since Eric has given up on his blog lately, I thought I (Melinda) would fill in a few details. Miles is teaching me the intricacies of posting pictures. These are old pictures, but if you don’t live nearby they’ll be new to you.
We’ve gotten a lot of use out of Dad’s sawzall. The wall from the kitchen to the bathroom is one wall that is now gone. In this picture part of the wall was still there, but now it is gone.
Our ghost-like furniture. Today Dad and Nielson moved the couches and exercise bike up to my parents house. Amazingly they were fairly protected from the inches of dust. Notice the holes in the walls and ceiling. There are holes in every wall now. (Except, of course, the walls that aren’t there.)
In this corner between the reading room and my bedroom, a few more walls came out. This picture is looking from the reading room through what used to be the door-to-nowhere. You can see the bathroom straight ahead. The first time Ian walked into the gutted bathroom he looked around confused and asked, “Now, what room was this again?”
These kitchen cabinets hold some of the few things I did not pack away. It’s so nice I got to leave a few things where they were.
From my room looking into the corner of the reading room, down the hall and into the kitchen.
From the other direction, looking from the missing hall wall into my bedroom.
Eric and his consultant and helpers did a good job with the plumbing in the bathroom. This is after they moved the toilet the first time. (The toilet is that black pipe on the floor.) On Saturday they moved the toilet slightly to the south to accommodate Eric’s gigantic tub. They also replaced that cast-iron plumbing vent stack on Saturday. I hear the shower head is about seven feet up. So if you visit us, know that this is a bathroom built for a giant.
