Stripping the floor was like torture. Like being a raped ape.
The other side of the wall I worked on: Made this room my secret hiding place, where I don't want to be noticed. My lovely tools, Washington state pictures and my expensive wheel some guy tacoed this summer hanging on the wall. If I really want to hide and somebody is really looking for me, the lovely spot behind the furnace and water heater is just right.
It's been a long time since my grumpy old father wanted a jetted tub or hot tub and this was the project, in the basement bathroom, my bathroom! Cool, I get to use it too. The plumber said the only place in the whole house we could put the jetted tub was in the basement bathroom because it was wide enough for it. I stripped off the existing shower and that took me a whole day because I put it in 10 years ago so that means it was put in very good and nicely. Dang, I did such a good job on that shower. I built a wall for the tub after the plumber gave me the plans then he moved the drain in a different spot, plus he had to move the water heater so the I could build a wall there. Then he put the tub in and voila! The old man used it that night after Mike and I put in an outlet for the tub. I even used it and had it turned down all the way because the jets had so much power! Two days later, I put in the sheetrock and taped it, then did some more mudding, etc.
Then the torture came, stripping off the linoneum floor. I did a little bit stripping with a mud knife and then I went upstairs to check on the internet to see if there was any stuff I can use to put on the floor to make life easier but noooo, there is no linoneum floor remover. They said if you're unlucky, you'll have to scrape it off, if it was a concrete floor. They said either that or just put a new floor over the old linoneum. Oh shoot! I would have done that! If I didn't already strip some it off, I would have left it and put the new floor over it! So I did a little more with misery and then called it day. The next day, my goal was too strip it all off but I did go to the hardware store to get a better scraper and I got the magic tool. The "magic tool" is what I called it and it worked a lot better but after a while, I still got bruises all over my hands, then I put on gloves which I should have done a lot time ago. Cutting the linoneum in squares and a scrapin' and scrapin', sweating and talking to myself about I should have left the floor the way it was. Finally I was done and my hair was all wet and I had sweat all over me and even my shirt was soaked. I went outside to dump all the crap out in the garbage, it was cold and I thought I was going to get sick because I had sweat all over me. Then I saw that dad had made a fire out at the firepit in the backyard to burn old garbage and wood. So as a reward, I sat by the fire for a while and I was really grateful that the suffering was over.
