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Lisa, did I ever mention that we found out our toilet was held down only by the wax ring? There were screws coming up from where they should, on the base of the toilet, but it turns out they were just sitting there, balanced on their heads, rather than attaching the toilet to anything.

Similarly, the countertop of the downstairs bathroom vanity just sits atop the cabinet without any actual attachment, although the plumbing itself does provide some security.

We have also found at least seven paving stones and a half-dozen fifty-pound chunks of concrete in the ground of our various garden patches.

We marvel at Those Who Went Before.

Now, though, I marvel at your courage in getting yourself a jackhammer. I draw the construction/destruction line at anything I have to rent.


I'm so glad to read this post. I was going to mention at the end of your earlier post that you should really only concern yourself with removing maybe 10-14 inches of concrete and forget the rest but I was afraid you had already muscled through it and I didn't want to be an asshole.

But, yay jackhammer! I'm so jealous.


I'm quite inspired by your adventure in concrete removal to take on my back steps. The only thing standing in my way is the fact that my right upper arm is titanium encased in bone, and I'm not the strongest. But good show!

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