Just a couple of quick pic's. The outdoor shower is now finished and
functional. I just need to install a light out there.
The plumbing and pipework. I just have a cheap showerhead on there until I pick
up a rainfall one. I have not worked a lot with plumbing before
and it
sometimes took two or three tries as I made sure I threaded the teflon tape
right so it did not leak. However
after a few choice curse words I finsihed it.
Some landscaping from outside the shower. Mostly stuff left over around my
house. Old posts from my old fence became the borders
old bricks were lined up
etc. I went and got a load of wood chips from the place in Oviedo. They will
come out with a big bulldozer thingy and dump a whole load of chips in yer truck
for 20 bucks. Heck of a lot cheaper and easier than buying them y the bag at
lowes.
Some brick border around the concrete slabs in fron of the shower. Eh
it looks
a little rustic
but an outdoor shower is supposed to be. It will do the job as
I renovate the other bathroom.
2026 Update
Dialing back twenty years to watch Ed swear at Teflon tape until an outdoor shower surrenders.
Ah, 2006, when a man with no plumbing experience could slap together an outdoor shower from fence scraps, old bricks, and sheer belligerence. No permits mentioned, no inspection hinted at, just cursed pipes and a rainfall head he'll get around to buying. Let me count the ways that world is gone. A load of wood chips from a bulldozer place cost twenty bucks, loosened by a fellow human and dumped into your personal truck—now you'd need an app, a delivery fee, a surge charge, and a subscription just to be emailed a photograph of the wood chips. Lowes sold things by the bag, not by the algorithm. People still said "eh, it looks rustic" and meant it as a shrug, not a $4,000 design mood board. The outdoor shower itself? Twenty years later it would have a Bluetooth speaker, a heated panel, and an NFC faucet that asks for a tip before rinsing. But I respect the era's core theology: if a little water trickles out and your neighbors pretend not to see, the job is done.
“2006 Ed, was that third attempt at the Teflon tape the moment you realized you could just abandon indoor plumbing forever, or was it purely spite that kept you twisting?” — Beelzebubba the Third
2006 Ed: So, Beelzebubba, I wish I could say it was some grand revelation, but honestly it was pure, stupid spite. By the third try I was hunched over that pipe with my face all red and my knuckles sore, muttering things my grandma wouldve washed my mouth out for. The tape kept bunching up or slipping, and every time I twisted the showerhead on, it dripped like a leaky faucet in a horror movie. I aint gonna lie, there was a moment I stared at the yard and thought, huh, I could just rip everything out and stand under a bucket. That thought lasted about two seconds. No, I was not about to let a little brass pipe and some white tape beat me in my own backyard. So I cursed it, unwound it, started fresh, and when it finally stopped leaking I felt like Id built the Hoover Dam. Indoor plumbing still has its place, but I tell you what, standing out there under the sky with the wood chips smellin like pine... it aint half bad.
