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Can Your Marriage Withstand a Home Improvement? I have been wed to my spouse for 31 years, but didn't recognize till we retiled our restroom that I didn't actually understand him. http://chirpchirpbird.yolasite.com It appeared like a simple, life verifying act. Our home of 26 years had actually needed a new bathroom since the 1994 Northridge quake. We offered it lots of thought and then found a neighbor who concurred to do the extremely experienced stuff, like the "tiling" for an extremely charitable rate, before we commited to the act. Congress moves faster than my spouse when it comes to appropriating funds for home improvement. Now you need to comprehend, we have watched next-door neighbors up and down the street set up pools, 2nd stories, room additions, brand-new driveways, and all appeared to go well. We felt all set. We might do this. We were pumped. We were simply retiling an extremely small shower ... not even the bathroom walls ... simply the shower. Obviously, retiling a restroom requires some "prep" work. One should eliminate the old tile. Okay, that seems easy enough. It appeared like a rather cathartic operation, popping off the old tiles and clearing away the debris. We had actually waited 13 years, a few days of prep seemed reasonable. Well, apparently in 1958 when this tile was installed they used steel mortar. It took a sledge hammer, a miner's choice and a variety of extremely vibrant adjectives to actually get the tile off the shower walls. The dust and tile pieces were onerous to transport away when you run an inexpensive house improvement procedure like my inexpensive ... I mean frugal life partner does, you fill the cans of neighbors up and down the street, so you don't actually have to pay to have somebody carry tile debris off. We lived with Trader Joe bags of tile all lined up to be "transported" away in time. No, sir, no acting in rush for us. No tile shall be sent out prior to it's time. Lastly, the amazing day got here when the preparation was done. We were able to go into the garage and haul out the tiles purchased on sale at Lowe's a number of years earlier (do not ask ... there was this wild moment when we thought we would do the tiling ourselves ... prior to we concerned our senses and understood you apparently had to "understand" what you were doing to actually make it occur). We carried out the tile, and realized we did not have enough of the "sale" tile to do the space. So off to Lowe's to purchase new tile. I became lightheaded with enjoyment. But soon sobered, if you've seen one white cheap four-inch tile you've seen them all. We purchased the tile, along with countless little plus indications (spacers) and goopy stuff to stick the tile down with. Frank, our neighbor, was a genius. He made the four-inch white, low-cost tiles look like a million dollars. Now, since Frank has a genuine job, and only does charity tiling in the evening, the real process of tiling took a week. Then there was the process of grouting, and cleaning the grout, and then letting everything set up until you "sealed" the grout. It took a couple of weeks to attain "tiling crucial mass". Now at this point, you are believing ... ahh, shower time ... nope ... not even close. It was a routine of epic proportion to really pick the "shower drape" that would match the sherbet orange paint the bathroom now enjoyed. Yes, Virginia, there is now a shower in actual usage in my restroom. Of course, when the earth moves at my house now, we do not run for the entrance, we race to the bathroom and toss our bodies versus the tile walls, due to the fact that the last we heard from Frank as he left shaking his head and whispering that last day was something about donkeys and their ability to fly.