Thankful Thursday: Hand, Tub & Hearthrob

Today, I am thankful for:

I was official discharged from occupational
therapy yesterday.  My broken bones in my
left hand are healed, and I've got about as much
strength back as possible.  My ring finger and pinky
still ghost outward, and that may never change.
Still a bit swollen too, but the doc says
I've got a few more months to go for things to be normal.

My upstairs bathroom is back at work!
The plumbing and drain lines were updated,
and The Hubby put in new flooring.
Newspaper found under the floor was dated 1924.
More updates are in store, once we get the downstairs
bathroom ripped apart then rebuilt.

Sly greets me almost every day now, and what a gorgeous
kitty he is!  How gratifying to have this fluffalicous mancat
run up to me, then fall over to offer his tummy?
Seriously, this boy is a little slice of heaven, and only
15 minutes away on foot!  His humans don't even bother to
step out of their home anymore; they see me and (I'm sure) shake
their heads in dismay.  C'mon, look at him!

Let's Hop!

Shambles

Chili Bruce loves the window so much!

Both Chili Bruce and Manny in the window.
You may notice that the 'curtain' is chopped up.
That's because Da Boyz ripped it in multiple places,
so I snipped off the ragged, torn edges.

Watching the butterflies, squirrels, birds!

The upstairs bathroom...
...um, I mean the upstairs
hole in the floor!

While having the plumber replace our water pipes, the downstairs bathroom lost it's shower, and became the new 'tool shed', and a construction zone.  In addition, Manny and Chili Bruce enjoy Bird TV from the window, tearing up the curtain, leaving pawprints all over the sink and toilet lid, and stare down the now exposed shower drain in wonder.  The sink and toilet remain in working order.

Yesterday, the upstairs claw-foot tub was rolled away, as well as the toilet, and the floor ripped open.  Water was disconnected too.  This is a complete cat-free zone; Angel is safely secure in her apartment.

I now have no shower or bathtub, and can only use Chili Bruce's downstairs 'playroom' for my ablutions.  The Hubby claims a nearby park has showers for boaters, so we can rinse off there if need be.  He is convinced that things will be in shambles for a good week, maybe two weeks.  His job is to replace the floor upstairs, which includes removing 100 years of layers and old wood, putting in a new subfloor, and then vinyl.

Sometimes, change is good...and sometimes, it's a real mess until it isn't again.  Wish us well during this household upheaval!