Construction: Pergo Installation Time-lapse

A task I thoroughly enjoyed!

On May 20, 2014, I began blogging about the construction of my new home in Malaga, WA. You can read all of these posts — and see the time-lapse and walkthrough movies that go with many them — by clicking the new home construction tag.

I got a pleasant surprise yesterday: I actually had fun installing the Pergo laminate wood flooring in my bedroom.

The job was remarkably easy once I got the hang of it. I started on the far left end of the room, positioned a piece about 1/8 inch from the wall, and slipped the tongue at the top into the groove of the previous piece at about a 30° to 45° angle. Then I gently rocked it up and down until is snapped down into place. The next piece went pretty much the same way, but also required me to bring the left edge against the right edge of the previous piece and make sure that snapped, too.

Cutting was the most challenging part. Although most cuts were simple straight cuts I did on my miter saw, I did occasionally have to cut around door openings and the like. In some cases, I had to draw pictures of the final piece with measurements. I know that sounds weird, but Pergo pieces can only be installed in one direction and if you screw up a cut, chances are that piece will be unusable as intended. If you’re lucky you can use it for something else. But if you do something seriously dumb — like cut off both ends — the piece becomes garbage. I screwed up two pieces during this installation, which I don’t think is that bad, considering it was my first full room.

Floor Installation
Here’s what the floor looked like when I took my lunch break. I was almost done!

As I worked, I found myself thinking about the sign I’d seen in Lowe’s offering installation at a sale price of 99¢/square foot. I can’t believe people would pay that when it’s so easy to do yourself. Yes, having the right tools does make the job easier — I had a miter saw, a table saw, a special pull bar designed for floating floor installations, and a rubber mallet — but even a battery-powered circular saw with a good blade would have been enough. The way I see it, I had a rewarding DIY day, got to play with my power tools, and saved $288.

If you want to see the narrated time-lapse video, here it is. I figure that if you deduct the amount of time for the two breaks I took while working, I probably put about five hours total into this job. I’m looking forward to finishing up in the living room and hallway — probably next week when the kitchen is done.

Construction: Electrical Finish

It’s mostly in my hands.

On May 20, 2014, I began blogging about the construction of my new home in Malaga, WA. You can read all of these posts — and see the time-lapse and walkthrough movies that go with many them — by clicking the new home construction tag.

I don’t know about other parts of the country or world, but in Washington State, where I live, an owner/builder can get a permit to do all of her electrical work. In an effort to save money, take a hands-on approach to the construction of my new home, and keep myself out of trouble during slow winter months, I chose this option and became my own electrician. I’ve been blogging about this for the past few months; I have links to specific posts in this one.

Like the plumbing work, which I blogged about over the weekend, electrical work has multiple parts. Back in September, I brought the power into the building. I guess that would be considered ground work. The rough-in stage would be getting the wires into the device boxes throughout my home and bringing the home runs down to the circuit panel; I did that in December and January. The final stage, finish, consists of attaching the ends of the home runs to circuits in the circuit panel and then putting devices on every device box in the home.

When I say devices, I’m referring to the electrical components you interact with: outlet receptacles to plug things into, light switches to control lights and outlets, and fixtures such as lights and smoke detectors. Every device on a circuit needs to be wired property before you turn on the circuit. The more devices you have, the longer it takes.

I know I joked about the vast number of outlets I have in my home, saying “You can never have too many outlets.” Well, when I started wiring them myself, I realized that you can.

Prepping for the Job

My home consists of mostly 15 and 20 amp circuits. Although I wanted to use 20 amp throughout, I soon realized that working with the thicker 12 gauge (as opposed to 14 gauge) wire would destroy my girly fingers. The main drawback to having a mix of circuit types is the fact that the device rating must match the amperage. So I couldn’t use a 15 amp rated receptacle or switch on a 20 amp circuit. That meant buying a bunch of each type and carefully matching them as I worked my way from room to room, wiring devices.

Wring Cart
Here’s my wiring cart as it looked during the rough-in stage.

I set up a rolling cart to make the chore easier. The cart came from a school surplus sale I attended last year. It’s an old media cart with three shelves. On top, I laid out my electrical tools: pliers, wire cutters, wire strippers, screwdrivers, electric screwdrivers, bits, utility knife, hammer, drywall cutter (obtained near the end of the process), etc. Below that, in bins, I laid out 15 amp and 20 amp receptacles and switches, as well as a wide variety of switch plates and wire nuts. At the very bottom of the cart, I had a box of wire pieces I could use to create pigtails, as well as a small box for wire trimmings I could recycle. A garbage pail attached to the cart made it easy to keep my worksite neat and clean. I even had hooks I could use to attach my stepladder. I’d wheel the cart from room to room as I worked, keeping my tools nearby. I also wore kneepads and had a gardening pad to further cushion my knees when I did work near the floor.

I bought just about everything at Home Depot; not only did I get a 5% discount on every purchase, but they have an outstanding return policy that encourages people to buy far more than what they think they need and simply return the excess. In the beginning, I just bought huge quantities of everything I thought I might need. I was at Home Depot nearly every day and really got to know the staff. (It’s gotten to the point where they ask me how my project is going when they see me and I show off photos to them.) As the work progressed, I’d return some items and pick up others. Just the other day, I was so close to finishing that I took an inventory of what I still needed, compared it to what I had on hand, and made a “final” return/purchase trip. I have some spares left in case something needs to be replaced, but I don’t have bins full of devices anymore.

Getting the Job Done

I went room by room, trying hard to do one full circuit at a time so I could power it up and test it. The first circuit I completed upstairs was for my living room lights. That was only six devices. I then did the circuit for outlets on the south side of my great room — another five devices, including one outside on the deck. After that, I wired devices as I needed to, completing both kitchen circuits, the range circuit, the dishwasher circuit, the laundry room circuit, and the dryer and water heater circuits.

Things slowed down after that. I had some traveling to do, including an unscheduled trip to California, and that broke my momentum. A friend helped me install my ceiling fans, which hang 13 feet above the floor. I waited for deck fixtures to arrive, realized they weren’t quite right, and had to return them. Then I waited for the replacements to arrive. I tried (and failed) to install the track lighting in the hallway by myself. (It really needs two people to hang.) I wired all the devices I could but still found myself waiting for missing devices or another pair of hands to finish off the circuits.

How It’s Done

The difficulty of the actual work varied depending on the device(s) that needed to be wired. The easiest were the single gang boxes for outlets and switches. One or two sets of wires come into the box and you attach their ends to a device, screw the device into the wall, and screw on a cover plate. Done. I averaged about 10 minutes per outlet throughout my home.

Before the Walls
Originally, the bathroom switch box had only three devices; I had to swap in a bigger box to accommodate the switch for the exhaust fan.

After Drywall
With the drywall in place, it’s hard to see where the wires go.

Connected Switches
The switches are connected and ready to screw back into the box. This can be difficult with a lot of thick wires in the box.

Finished switches
The finished box. Well, finished until I open it back up for a little rewiring.

Other boxes were more complex. For example, the box shown here is for my bathroom. It has six sets of wires coming into it: source of power (home run), vanity light, exhaust fan, sconces, and two outlets. The box needed to be wired with one GFCI outlet that the other two outlets needed to be wired into for GFCI protection as well as three switches for the three other devices. Although it was pretty easy to see where the wires came from when there wasn’t any drywall (top image), it became a little tougher once the walls were on (second image). Fortunately, an electrician friend had advised me to mark wires as “load,” giving me a clue on how I needed to connect the wires. I wired the outlet and switches (third image), then screwed them into the box and put on a switch plate (bottom image).

Later, after I’d installed the light sconces and the circuit was done, I flipped the circuit breaker to test my work. I was disappointed to discover that it wasn’t quite right — I’d mismarked the “load” wires and had connected the sconces as a load and a switch to an outlet. The result: when the circuit was powered up, the sconces came on and could not be turned off; their switch powered the outlet on the west wall. Oops. I’ll be opening that box and rewiring the outlet and far right switch later today. So far, this is the only one I’ve messed up, so I think I’m doing okay.

Wiring light fixtures was a bit of a pain because it required not only doing the wiring, but installing a bracket that would hold the fixture in place. The bracket styles varied from one fixture type to another. The picture-based instructions were either incomplete or inaccurate almost every time, so there was a lot of guesswork and trial-and-error involved. Here’s an example using one of my bathroom sconces.

Sconce Installation Step 1 Sconce Installation Step 2
Installing a bathroom sconce. Start with a fixture box with wires (left). Connect the wires to the fixture support — in this case, a metal plate (right).

Sconce Installation Step 3 Sconce Installation Step 4
Fasten the plate to the wall (left) and then fasten the fixture cover — in this case, a glass shade — to the plate (right).

Although installation of the first six fixtures went remarkably well, I’ve since learned that not all fixtures come with the hardware you need to get the job done. The bathroom sconces, for example, came with duplicate parts but were missing vital screws — some idiot at the factory had packed the wrong parts. Fortunately, I had screws to do the job — 8-32 size. (I quickly learned what size screws are needed for different components of a device and began stocking up on extra parts.) This bit me again just yesterday when I tried to wire the motion-sensor lights outside each garage bay — they came with three pairs of screws that the designers apparently thought would do the job, but none of them were long enough. Another trip to the hardware store before I can finish.

Tools Make the Job Easier

SmartDriverWhen I couldn’t find a cheap replacement for the battery charger, I simply bought the same drill, which came with a new charger.

Having two battery operated screwdrivers really helped. I had bought one of them years ago but its charger was zapped in a power surge back in 2013. I realized that it was only a few dollars more to buy a replacement drill with a new charger than just the charger. But why throw out the old drill? They take turns getting charged. I keep a different bit in each drill and reach for the one I need as I work.

My electrician friend, Tom, also gave me a handy tool for tightening winged wire nuts. It fits onto my screwdriver like a drill bit and really does the job well. It’s all about tools.

Like a dearly departed wise man used to say, “Any job is easy if you have the right tools.” I can vouch for that.

What’s Left and Ladder Woes

At this point, I’m nearly done. Here’s my list of devices still needing wiring:

  • 3 garage entrance fixtures (need screws)
  • 4 garage ceiling outlets (need to man up and climb the ladder)
  • 1 outside entrance fixture (need to man up and climb the ladder)
  • 1 inside entrance ceiling fixture (need to man up and climb the ladder)
  • 1 deck outlet (no excuse; this should be done)
  • 6 deck fixtures (need 2 fixtures and need to man up and climb the ladder)
  • 1 smoke detector (need to man up and climb the ladder)
  • 3 sets of track lighting (help is coming on Friday for the cost of a rib dinner)

As you can see, I have a bit of an issue with ladders.

The problem isn’t having ladders. I have ladders out the wazoo. First of all, the drywall guys apparently took my 5-foot aluminum ladder, which is extremely easy for me to move around and left me their 6-foot fiberglas ladder, which is a better ladder but much heavier. And, of course, I already have a 6-foot fiberglas ladder, so now I have two. I also have an 8-foot aluminum ladder I bought for preflighting my helicopter. A friend loaned me his 10-foot fiberglas ladder, which is great except I can’t move it on my own. Another friend loaned me his extension ladder which was moved out to my deck by the drywall guys and will likely remain there until my friend comes to retrieve it — I can’t lift the damn thing. Oh, and for outdoor work, I have a 10-foot orchard ladder I bought two years ago.

Out on the deck, the 5-foot MIA ladder would be perfect — except I don’t have a deck yet and I’m working on 2 x 8 sheets of plywood 10 feet off the ground. It’s scary. I really have to work my way up to doing it. The key is to not look down. I worked on one of the more difficult-to-reach fixtures last week only to discover that the fixture wouldn’t fit in the damn box. After consulting my electrician friend, we decided that the best course of action was to buy a different fixture. That’s on my list of things to do.

In any case, the end of my electrical work is near. I expect to have it all done by this coming weekend. Then on to the next challenge — rails around my loft that are needed to pass inspection for my certificate of occupancy. You can bet I’ll blog about that soon, too.

What’s Blooming on March 16, 2015

The wildflowers have begun to bloom.

This is my first early spring living on my property — last year I house-sat locally until February month-end, then went to California for two months — and I’m glad to be able to see how the season progresses. Already I’ve seen apricot trees down on West Malaga Road in bloom; the cherry trees shouldn’t be too far behind them.

Up here at the base of the cliffs in Malaga, I’m starting to see wildflowers. I took a short walk around the two or three acres closest to my home and found four different kinds of wildflowers in bloom. I looked them up in my WA State Wildflower app; here’s what I think they are.

Prairie-Star

Prairie-Star
Very tiny white flowers. These are widespread — I saw them almost everywhere I walked.

Trumpet Bluebells

Trumpet Bluebells
According to the wildflower app, these shouldn’t be blooming until April!

Biscuitroot?

Biscuitroot?
I’m not sure about this one — and the blurry photo doesn’t help. It’s either biscuitroot or desert parsley. Either way, it shouldn’t be blooming until April.

Balsamroot

Balsamroot
Balsamroot are among the first large flowers to appear in this area. They are perennials and grow quickly. I have a bunch of them growing by my Lookout Point bench and more on the east side of my property. Only a few flowers so far; in a week or so, they’ll likely be in thick bloom.

More to Come

I’ll try to get out at least once a week to catalog what’s blooming here. It’s wonderful to see flowers so early in the season.

When Is a Bathtub More than Just a Bathtub?

When it’s a symbol of how goals can be achieved when you’re not being held back.

When I was in college, I dated a guy whose family was pretty well off. They had two very nice homes and one of their homes included a soaking tub in the master bathroom. I was 19 when I saw it and from that point on, I wanted one just like it.

Of course, that wasn’t immediately possible given my financial situation. We graduated and my boyfriend and I went our separate ways. I lived alone for about a year and then met the man I’d eventually marry. We lived together in three different homes — well, five if you count the apartments he lived in part-time for work for several years — none of which could accommodate the tub I’d dreamed about, even though I could well afford it by then.

I should point out that my last home, in Arizona, had what’s called a garden tub. This was a generously sized bath tub that looked very inviting but was, unfortunately, not deep enough for a good soak. I used it a lot on winter afternoons, when the sun came through the glass block window and warmed the bathroom. I “made do” with what I had, with either my knees or my chest sticking out of the water while I read or sipped wine.

(Much later, during my last winter in Arizona, I drained and disinfected my outdoor hot tub. After refilling it with clean water and having the heater repaired, I spent quite a few evenings out there, soaking in the warm water. I think I used the hot tub more that last winter than I did in all the years I owned it.)

Americh Beverly 4040
My dream tub.

Oddly, on a trip to visit some friends in California around 2010 or so, I saw my dream tub again. It was in a rental home on the American River that belonged to a friend of a friend. It was installed exactly as I would have installed it: by a big window with a view. In this case, it was a view of the forest around the home, but that was enough.

I surfed the web and tracked down exactly what it was: Americh Beverly 4040.

Time passed. After 23 years together, I married the man I loved. He lost interest in me soon afterwards — but not my money, apparently — and left me for a desperate old whore he found online. (Read the posts tagged divorce if you want the sordid details.) He wanted the house and I didn’t so I left. I rebooted my life by buying 10 acres of view property in the Wenatchee Valley of Washington state and began building what has been referred to as a “custom home” but is actually just a very large garage with a modest living space upstairs.

But the more I dealt with divorce bullshit — and believe me, there was quite a bit of it — the more I realized how much I deserved to have the little luxury items I’d been denied for all the years I spent with a man incapable of making a decision without researching options until either I lost interest or the opportunity was long gone.

Little things like my soaking tub.

So when I designed my bathroom, I designed it with a soaking tub in mind. A tub by the window so I could look out and enjoy the view while I had a good, long soak.

Sadly, my dream tub would not fit in the space I designed. It had to do with my windows. You see, because I wanted to be able to enjoy the view whether I was standing up or sitting down anywhere in my home, I chose tall windows that started only 18 inches off the floor. My dream tub was taller than that. Most soaking tubs are. A built-in tub was out of the question. I’d have to get a freestanding tub.

I must have spent 20 hours in total searching the web for just the right tub. Every few weeks, I’d dive in again, looking at many of the same sites and tubs over and over. Trouble was, there’s no showroom anywhere near here that has tubs like I wanted on display. I had to rely on the Internet for photos and measurements. How many times did I sit on the floor with my legs out, holding a tape measure beside me to estimate water depth? It was vital that my entire body be covered with water. I did not want another bathtub that left my knees sticking out.

My Tub
The catalog photo of the tub I selected.

I finally settled on the 67″ Coley Acrylic Freestanding Tub available through Signature Hardware. It cost a bit more than I’d wanted to spend, but the longer the divorce bullshit dragged on, the more I was convinced I deserved it. I was tired of settling for less that what I really wanted.

I didn’t realize it, but the bathtub had become a symbol — a symbol of a new, unfettered life. A life where I was free to make all of my own decisions. A life where I no longer had to consult or debate with a sad sack old man who always seemed to have excuses for why something couldn’t be done. A man who was too fearful of taking risks that he couldn’t make anything worthwhile happen.

The bathtub arrived in January and sat in its huge box for two months. It was finally carried upstairs and installed in my bathroom on Thursday. When the plumbers left, it was ready to use.

And how I wanted to use it!

But I’d promised some friends I’d meet them for dinner and, by the time I got back, it was too late for a soak.

And on Friday, a friend came over for dinner. When she left, it was too late for a soak.

And on Saturday, I helped some friends with a catering job in town. When I got back, it was too late for a soak.

Yesterday was a rainy day. I spent most of the day finishing up electrical outlets and switches and light fixtures around my home. A friend came for a visit and we chatted for a while. When he left, I fixed the ice maker in my refrigerator — the installers had failed to turn on the valve for the water source. Then I sat in my lounge chair by the window in the living room and just listened to the sound of the rain on the roof while looking out over the gray day, with low clouds drifting over the river and alongside the hills. My almost-finished home was warm and dry. I started thinking about that tub.

My First Bath
My first bath in the new tub was exactly as I’d hoped it would be.

A while later, I was stepping into deep, warm water with a glass of wine on the windowsill, well within reach. Hot water tumbled from the faucet, building bubbles high. Before the tub was filled my whole body was submerged.

It was exactly as I hoped it would be.

And that’s when I realized that this first soak was another milestone in my rebooted life. The realization of a goal I’d set for myself almost 35 years before but had abandoned due to circumstances beyond my control. It was possible because there was no “beyond my control” anymore. I had control of my life and could do what I wanted with it.

I was free to make things happen — and I was.

Construction: Plumbing Finish, Part I

Three out of four bathroom fixtures up and running!

On May 20, 2014, I began blogging about the construction of my new home in Malaga, WA. You can read all of these posts — and see the time-lapse and walkthrough movies that go with many them — by clicking the new home construction tag.

Although I’d originally wanted to do my own plumbing here, I got a case of the smarts and decided that doing my own electrical work was enough for an amateur. I hired a plumber. On Thursday, March 12, they did most of the finish work in my home.

Plumbing and Construction

If you’ve never participated in the construction of a home, here’s some basic information you might find interesting.

There are three basic steps to putting the plumbing in a home:

Stub In

This is where they bring the pipes from the outside of the house into the house. For my home, there would be a concrete slab. The supply and waste pipes had to come in from outside, under the slab, so the pipes had to be laid before the concrete was poured. This was done back in June 2014, while my building shell was under construction. (Later, my earth-moving guy connected the supply and waste lines from the building to the water supply and septic system.)

Stub In
Because my building is a pole building and the slab was poured as one of the last steps, the building shell was almost done when the plumbers came to do the stub in.

Rough In

This is where they put pipes for water supply — including hot and cold — as well as waste and venting into the walls. They need to know where to run all these pipes and they need to have room to run them. Because I’d originally planned on doing this part myself, I made my home design very simple, with all the plumbing basically running along one wall between my kitchen and bathroom. That wall was framed with 2 x 6 lumber (at my request) so there was plenty of space. This was done back in January 2015, as I was working on the electrical system.

Rough In
Here’s one of the rough in plumbers working on a drain line in the wall between my kitchen and bathroom.

Finish

This is where they connect fixtures to the supply and waste pipes. When the finish is finished, the plumbing works. That’s what they started on Thursday.

The Fixtures

I’ll admit it straight out: I didn’t skimp when I bought plumbing fixtures. I bought exactly what I wanted.

After too many years of making decisions as part of a two-member committee, it was refreshing to be able to just get what I wanted without excessive research, debates, and delays. Everything from appliances to toilet to water heater to faucets — I looked at what was available, pointed to what I wanted, and had it delivered or loaded onto my cart. Done!

Some things I cared about — for example, my kitchen sink and faucet fixture. I wanted a specific style and look and took some time to browse the options before picking one. Other things I didn’t care much about — for example, my water heater. Any electric unit with a 50 gallon tank should be fine.

I should mention here that in addition to standard items normally connected to a plumbing system — kitchen and bathroom sinks, toilet, dishwasher, refrigerator (for ice maker), water heater — I had a few unusual items. The most unusual was my bathtub. And yes, that was something I labored over the decision-making process. The reason: I had to order online because there was no showroom where I could see options.

You see, I wanted a soaking tub. I’ve always wanted a soaking tub. Unfortunately, the tub I’d dreamed of having simply wouldn’t fit in my bathroom given the location of the window. So I had to find another tub that would fit the bill. I eventually decided on the 67-inch long Coley freestanding tub. I’d position it at the far end of my bathroom, right in front of my window, so I could take in the view while I soaked. (Sounds pretty good, huh?)

The reason this is unusual? Well, most folks don’t have a freestanding tub. Most folks have a tub that’s built into the wall or shower area. My freestanding tub required a freestanding faucet. It also required careful positioning to get the drain just right — no small task with the rafters under the floor. (As a matter of fact, we wound up installing the tub backwards with the drain opposite the faucet just so it would fit right.)

Tub Delivery
My tub came in a very large box.

The tub arrived in January, when my road was iced over and the delivery guy was afraid to drive to my home. I had to take my truck out to the main road where the tub was transferred from his truck to the back of mine. Then I utilized the services of a friend of mine who happened to stop by for lunch to get it off the truck. For months it sat in its box on a dolly under my 5th wheel RV’s hitch. It would be the first plumbing fixture to be installed.

My shower was also different. Rather than buying a manufactured shower stall, I would be building mine onsite with acrylic block walls. And I couldn’t build it until the tub was installed because they’d never get the tub past the constructed shower stall.

Because of that — and because the kitchen sink would be mounted with the countertops at March month-end — it would take two visits from the plumbers to finish my plumbing.

The Start of the Finish

I used the same plumbers for each step of my project construction. They’re good, reliable guys who do good work and have patience for someone like me — a homeowner in the role of inexperienced general contractor who is making things up as she goes along.

After a rush to get my bathroom floor done and last few plumbing fixtures purchased, Dave and his son arrived on Thursday at about 11 AM. They got right to work.

The tub was first. After securing the special faucet I’d bought for the tub, they carried the tub up the stairs. I was working on the electrical connection for the water heater in the laundry room when they wrestled it past the doorway. Within minutes, it was in position, snug at the end of the room.

Tub and Shower Pan
The tub and shower pan with drain installed.

Next was the drain for the shower stall. They drilled a hole though the floor to meet up with the drain pipe they’d installed at rough in. Back then, I didn’t have the shower pan so they’d estimated where the drain should be. They were off by about 8 inches, but would meet up with the P-trap. Before they put the shower pan back in place, I laid in some floor repair paste that would cement the shower pan to the floor.

Shower Drain Pipe
Oops! The shower drain and drain pipe were off by about 8 inches.

They went downstairs to connect the two drains to the pipes under the floor. I’d instructed the drywall guys to leave the drywall panels off the garage ceiling under those two drains — it took some measuring to figure out exactly where they needed to be once the insulation was in place. They pulled the insulation away and connected the pipes.

Water Heater
The water tank is shorter than the rough in guys anticipated.

Next was the water heater. Dave and his son carried it up the stairs and Dave left. I chatted with Dave’s son as he prepped it for installation. It was shorter than they’d anticipated. I’d wanted to put a shelf over it, but they’d run the rough-in plumbing for a much taller tank. The end result was a rather odd looking configuration with two long pipes coming out the top of the tank and going into the wall.

The toilet was next. I think he told me three times that I’d bought a very good toilet. I was just glad to see that its base completely covered the drain hole in the tile.

Meanwhile, my friend Tom had exchanged the cracked vanity top with sink at Lowe’s and returned with the replacement. I was supposed to have the top in place for the plumbers to install the sink fixture. But Tom couldn’t stick around to help me carry it upstairs. So, I opened the box down in my garage and waited.

Plumbing In
Here’s where the plumbing comes into the building. Everything under the 90° angle is mine: a main shutoff valve and a drain line with valve currently used to supply my RV with water and provide a hose spigot. The black thing after the angle is the pressure regulator. The black pipe coming out of the floor on the left will be used to supply water to a hose spigot on the front of the building; they’ll do that when they come back.

Next, Dave’s son got to work downstairs. After shutting off the water at the street, he had to clean up my Frankenstein’s monster of a pex plumbing job that I was currently using to get water into my RV. He shortened the source pipe, at my request, and bracketed the whole thing to a piece of plywood I’d fastened between the posts supporting the stairs. He then added a shutoff valve and a pressure regulator — I have extremely high water pressure here — and connected that line to the cold water pipe the rough in guys had dropped from upstairs. The resulting configuration looked funky but was functional and secure.

When that was done, I looked at him and said, “You know what’s next, right? The bathroom sink.” I pointed to the vanity top with sink sitting in its box on the garage floor. “I can’t carry it alone. Can you help me?”

He kindly agree to. I ran a bead of silicone sealant I had around the top of the vanity on three sides and we carried it upstairs. He helped me align it. And then I stepped aside and let him install the faucet I’d bought.

While he was working on that, I was finishing up the wiring for the water heater. I had a heck of a time with the grounding wire and will probably have an electrician friend check it to assure it meets code. In the meantime, I know it’s functional, even if it isn’t pretty.

Dave’s son went out and turned the water back on. Then he turned on the valve downstairs. Soon I could hear water coming into the water heater. A moment later, he was upstairs, testing the fixtures one by one.

I think I was too shocked that these things were working to really register what was happening. After all, only a week before the bathroom had been nothing more than a plywood floor with a shower pan and two stub walls. Now it was 75% done and everything installed was fully functional.

Once the water heater tank had filled, I flipped the circuit breaker switch to turn it on. Upstairs, I could hear a faint hum from inside the tank. I’d have hot water in less than 30 minutes.

Other appliances already connected to the plumbing — the refrigerator’s ice maker and washing machine — would work as soon as I turned them on.

I helped Dave’s son pack up his things, thanking him over and over again for getting so much working that day. I told him the kitchen sink would be installed by March 27 and that I’d do my best to get the shower ready for installation by then, too. It would be a quick job for them to hook up the shower head, kitchen faucet, and dishwasher. And then the plumbing would be finished.

When he left, I wired the last outlet in the laundry room, thus completing the circuit that the washing machine was connected to. I went downstairs and turned on the breaker.

And then I did something I’d been dreaming about doing since I left my Arizona home in May 2013: I did a load of wash in my own washing machine.