The purple bathroom is currently emitting sounds of demolition--pounding, tearing, drilling--and the old bathroom door just walked out of the house. Not of its own volition, of course, although what a great idea that would be--a self-demolishing bathroom. When the time comes to replace key elements, you just say Shoo and out the door walks that purple potty, wonky vanity, and tiny tired sink.
And the door, of course. One possible explanation for the sorry state of that old bathroom is that a previous owner regularly locked a dog in there, which would explain the deep scratches and tears in the baseboards, flooring, and door. That's gotta go we said when we first moved in here, and now, 21 years later, it's finally happening.
The work was supposed to be done more than a month ago, but an essential component was first stuck on backorder and then finally arrived damaged. I have no complaints about the contractor--he's doing his best. And if the worker who's willing to get on his hands and knees to wrench that old vanity off the wall wants to listen to a loud podcast about cryptocurrency while he does all the dirty, I can live with that. I have my own work to do! Which at the moment amounts to responding to emails while trying not to hear the hammering, yammering, screeching, whirring, wrenching sounds of bathroom demolition.
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