Steve is a large man. He sees everything from a much different perspective. I’ve learned to live in a “tall man’s world”. Because Steve is a builder and has overseen every one of our home construction projects, my countertops are higher and ceilings taller. At times, I feel as though I need a stepstool to climb up on the chairs, and my feet seldom reach the floor.
When the children were young, I asked Steve to build a footbridge across a small stream that ran through the woods of our property. For days Steve worked with kids way out in the forest, hauling supplies back and forth. By the second weekend I decided to go check out the progress. As I made my way to the construction site I imagined coming upon a quaint little bridge about 2 feet wide, certainly perfect for the tiny little people to cross from one side to the other. What I walked up to instead was a bridge worthy of occupying space on the interstate. Honestly, a semi truck would comfortably cross without fear of falling off the side. And sturdy? That bridge wouldn’t flex even if an army tank came wandering through.
So I shouldn’t be surprised when every construction project is “super sized” around here, yet I always am. Before Steve began working on the outhouse, we discussed what I wanted. I described a bathroom about the size of a glorified airplane bathroom….enough room to get in, do your business and then wash up in teeny-tiny sink tucked into the corner. Silly, silly, silly me.
The outhouse, or “The Lux Loo” as I am now referring to it, is complete. It is 50 square feet of spacious potty. I swear it is bigger than some of the studio apartments in New York City. We just need to toss in a cot and a hotplate and someone would be living large.
Yes, it is massive, but to be truthful, it is awesome. I’m thinking a Lux Loo cocktail party for about 8 would be perfect.