Today I am spending the day as my alter ego, Susie Homeowner. Susie is all the things I'm not: patient, handy, confident with tools, and genuinely interested in construction. She and I spent several hours yesterday removing the tile from around my shower. We wore a facemask but still inhaled a fair volume of unpleasant dust and yuck. We're halfway done. Today we'll finish the destruction and head to Home Depot to equip ourselves for a rebuild.
Unfortunately I left my digital camera at work, or you'd be treated to a dramatic set of photos. Right now my tub is full of tiles and sheetrock pieces and debris, and the walls are scarred and strange looking up to about eye level. I've got the music on loud and have had one cup of coffee, I've been running and I feel strong and energetic. And although I don't know what I'm doing, Susie Homemaker is reassuring and confident, and we're going to have us a new shower before the day is done. If we're really ambitious and on task, we might also paint the walls (she's rejected Dried Hydrangea, and is torn between Canvas Cloth and Sandman as the color choice).
UPDATE 1: Susie Homemaker is not as good with the hammer as she would like to think. She keeps pounding me on the knuckle. It is making relations a bit rocky.
UPDATE 2: We're 3/4 done with demolition. Susie is a bit careless about dropping tiles onto my feet. Also, should I be bleeding this much?