Over the past 5 years, Bob has been in the hospital for a fairly decent amount of time. After living together for 45 years, I find that I handle things better when I busy myself with a project. This month, with a two-week stay, I visited my patient, did the laundry, kept the house and yard up, worked accounting for long hours – and then I would find myself wide awake at 2 a.m. I was too blurry eyed to stare at the computer and numbers, so I chose to work on the bathroom.
Still with the original 30-year-old tile on the floor – faded and dulled and just, well, gross – I found my project. After laying half of the floor in a darker penny round, I awoke later in the morning, decided it was too dark. I retrieved the square spade shovel from the garage and commenced to pulling it up – tossed it in the dumpster and hopped in the car to the tile store. I chose a bright white glossy hexagon classic mosaic and set to work. Working only a few early mornings until sleep finally claimed me, it was done. Some trim work and some grouting and using my trusty “haze-be-gone” mitt, I think it came out pretty good. Feels so nice and shiny and CLEAN and fresh – what a difference. Even 5-year-old Max noticed … “hey, Nana. I like your new floors here.” Lovin’ that kid!
Then I decided to freshen the bathroom door exterior with some Behr Marquee paint using the color cocoa. Goes well with the decoupage I had done some months ago.
Still needs a few paint touch ups and a new faucet, but all in good time. For now, that’ll do pig. That’ll do.