This past weekend brought a new project. The wife wanted new tile on the hearth of the fireplace. No problem, silly me.
The first step in laying new tile is removing the old. Without the correct tools, this is a back breaker. Add to this that the old tile backs right up to tile that we like and do not want to remove or damage. Hmm. So this requires a hammer and chisel of sorts but CAREFUL not to break the “good” tile.
The ease of which tile comes up directly responds to the skill of the person who laid it. This person was apparently a tile craftsman, flown in from Italy to lay tile perfectly with the most painstaking diligence and attention to detail so that only nuclear war would have a chance at dislodging it. I begin in earnest. Hammering, scraping, chiseling and cursing.
IT TOOK HOURS!
But I, the great DIY’er, would not be deterred. I stood above it, finally, wheezing, sweating, bleeding and finished. I felt like a great conqueror. I had done it. I would not be denied. I would not be defeated.
The spoils of this war was finally hauling the worthy but defeated tile to the garbage. I picked up the bag with all my might…and pulled my back out.
Well played Italian Tile Laying Master, well played.