How do you carry a 400-pound piece of concrete from the garage to an upstairs bathroom?
Invite three friends on the pretext of lunch, and then tell them they need to carry this monster up the stairs before they can eat.
Well, not exactly. (They showed up despite a peripheral reference to lunch.) Thanks to Benj, Dave and Mark, and a fair amount of muscle, grunting and swearing, it is done.
“The Project”, which has obsessed Jay and caused me much doubt for weeks, is halfway there. The shower base is finally in place.
Even if it did take several weekends of measuring, mould-building, concrete mixing and 45 minutes of four men in a tiny bathroom shoving, jumping and sledgehammering.
Jay’s projects are usually a leap of faith for me–only because they are so far removed from anything I’d ever done in my life.
I lived in a flat (and only one address) my whole life in Singapore, where everyone has a contractor mentality, as in “Get someone else to do it”.
I was never very spatial and couldn’t measure in three dimensions unless it was A-Levels all over again.
But Jay jumps into these projects like it’s an adventure every time and he truly is excited to see each one through.
I’ve learned quite a bit from Jay, not least of all the names of tools he’s always asking me to pass to him.
Phillips screwdriver, not the flathead! Ohhhhh…
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