in progress

Warm enough that I wouldn’t completely freeze so, after a failed experiment with TIG welding, I got out the MIG welder and started on this little pissed off guy. No clue what else I’ll add to him, but fuck me it was so good to get back behind the welding table. Anyhow, his body’s from a reel mower, arms are pipes from that fucking sink I took out last week to make way for the pool table that won’t fucking fit. Calming balm via sparks and metal. Thinking of naming him Lon, IDK. To be continued.

me v sink, finale

Where once was a sink, a wall.

As for the kitchen faucet: it's replaced but still no hot water. However, the auxiliary faucet now spews forth glorious hot water and works in concert with the chill of the new faucet. Have a feeling that K’s grandfather rigged up some sort of byzantine plumbing to get hot water to his sink in The Paintshop that I undid but am, at present, unwilling to deal with re-doing. Considering this phase of the project complete. On to cleaning and the grand pool table rebuild.

me v sink(s), day three

The Paintshop sink and cabinet are now both out. Finished up the cabinet extraction (far easier than sink removal) around lunch and, after another trip to the local hardware store, Derbz in tow, managed to get all of the piping cut, the drainpipe sealed, and the piping wall holes filled and ready for painting. Final room clean up with ensue the rest of the week and then maybe just maybe I can get the pool table inside and begin reassembly.

Also got the kitchen faucet running at full pressure again (oh, the joy of cutting galvanized steel and the subsequent dislodging of rusties) but only the cold water. Hot seems to have fallen victim to aforementioned rusties. Yes, I made a word. Given that the younger and dumber me installed a faucet that didnt give me access to the lines inside the faucet itself ten years ago, it'll be easier to install a new faucet. If that doesn't do it, there's always C4, I guess. 🤷

me v sink, day two

Considering it a victory: the sink is out, I wasn’t covered in frigid, 30-year-old water, and beyond smashing my finger, didn’t do any bodily harm to myself removing the massive sink from its home of the last 70+ years. The sink’s next home will be as a plant basin outside K’s shed.

The cabinet is the next to go out, then paint patching, clearing, and pool table rebuilding and installation. And probably more shelves. Because shelves.