A few years ago we remodeled our master bathroom. No, it's not one of those bathrooms as big as a living room. No his and hers showers. No sauna. No fireplace. No jet tub. We subscribe to President Hinckley's counsel to buy a "modest" home (sufficient for our needs) and make it beautiful. I'm not sure if we've totally met the "make it beautiful" part, but I do love our home and am so grateful for all the wonderful and sacred things that have taken place inside these walls. Back to the bathroom--we took out the tub and put in a nice travertine walk-in shower, which we have thoroughly enjoyed. About a month ago the faucet began to leak. Randy wasn't able to get to it for a week or two, and by the time he checked it out he discovered that the water had leaked inside and damaged the ceiling on the stairs below. You've heard of needing a "bigger hammer." Well, Randy needs a "bigger pipe wrench," and a day he can devote to a fairly major project. He rigged up a way to keep the water from leaking, but we haven't been able to use our shower for weeks. While I was on my mission we seldom had bathing or shower facilities in our apartments. We went to the City Bath on our P-days. For a quarter you could rent a little bath stall for 15 minutes. The rest of the week we did the best we could with a basin full of water we heated up on our little electric hot plate. We're grateful that we have two other showers in the home and don't have to go to the City Bath, but are both anxious to get back to our own. Randy has his spring break this week, and since I will be at the temple tomorrow it seems like a good day to turn off the water and tear into it. As we would have said in Germany, "I'm pressing my thumbs."
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I hope he can get to the faucet. Brian has had to learn a few things about plumbing thanks to Marshall. :)
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