That sinking feeling

Today was day one of the installation of the sink in the full bathroom. Installing the sink is one of the three things we need to do to pull our money out of escrow. It seemed like a nice, small step, and we were pretty excited, since it would be the first thing we did to actually try to improve the little rat hole. So far it's just been cleaning, which is necessary but more of an undoing of past sins against the house than actual improvements. We went to Home Depot, cruised the aisles for a while, and finally found a darling sink. It's a pedestal sink, which works out well, since that's what was in there before. There is NO space in this bathroom, so a vanity was out of the question. Fine by me. We pay a total $40 for the sink and pedestal and got a cute fixture, gather the rest of the equipment we'll need, and head to the rate hole. It's when we begin the installation that we realize just how low the original sink was. Seriously low. Like a foot lower than the new sink. Previous owners must have liked to sit on the pot and brush their teeth or something. That means that we get to drill through the tile, wallboard, and drywall to fasten the new sink to the wall. It also turns out that the drain pipe we got wasn't long enough because of the sink's new height. Great. Many trips home and to assorted hardware stores later, we finally get back to the hole and prepare to start drilling. This is when we find out that the batteries for our electric drill have died. Not just one, but both of them. So, we just went home. There is only so much Home Depot a person can stand in one day, and the little hardware store didn't carry them. Just as well. There are things that need to be done around our current abode to prepare for the week to come. We'll finish the sink tomorrow.

In the meantime, though, here're a couple pictures of our new little sink, even though it's not actually connected to anything yet.