Since about 8pm (when it was no longer an option for him to drive into town to buy bathroom fixtures) he has been tearing stuff apart. It started with the door trim, then the dry wall, then the sink back splash, and as I type, they are hauling out the marble tub. As he demolished the area behind the tub, he uncovered a section of wall paper that was evidently original to the house in 1981.
The darkness that exists under the lid of my scanner does not do justice to its true color. You must impose an imaginary silver sheen to this woven botanical. It's really too much, but I thought you'd enjoy a little looksie.
That's it. The children are not able to go to sleep with all the hallway commotion. So hopefully they'll sleep in a bit before they all have to shower in my bathroom. Happy times.
Thank You, Lord, for Philip and all his many talents.
