The downstairs bathroom has been out of use since January. As per a previous post, we started working on it in January, and not a whole lot has been done since. We have our excuses (again, see previous post), but now we really have no excuses (except for a teeny tiny mouse that showed up earlier this week). That's my little excuse (not Gary's). The bathroom had been a storage area for a while, but I got everything out and pulled up the old linoleum floor to discover the wooden floor underneath it in good shape. Since we moved out the toilet months ago, there's been a pipe sticking up out of the floor that needs to come out before Gary and some friends can pull the cast iron tub out. My job is to caulk all the many cracks in the beadboard, which I started to do with Gary at my side but will not enter the room with a mouse lurking about. I started to continue with my job yesterday being assured by Gary that all the holes in the walls were boarded up, but then I saw some cute little mouse droppings on the floor. So much for that. I know, I know... I'm a grown woman. Why would I be afraid of a little bitty mouse? It's not rational, but it's a real fear that I'm not proud of but humbly admit. Here are some pictures of some slight progress we've made since January. We need motivation!!!
