We ran the race. We fought the good fight. We came, we saw, we kicked some butt! The goal: Host Thanksgiving... with painted walls, and an actual floor to walk on without stepping on nails!
The first six weeks in our new home we pushed ourselves hard. Working past 10:00pm almost every night, with only a few exceptions. Thanksgiving came and went with turkey, stuffing, pie, and drink, all presented in their beautiful glory. The drink, "Apple Pie" proved to be a big hit for all, and if our friend will divulge the mystery of the marvelous homemade libation, I will post it in a future blog. 21 and older only, please.
A brief summary of the first six weeks:
In the beginning, when the popcorn ceilings came down, we said "it is good" (and sloppy wet).
When the wallpaper came down in layers and layers, Cheryl said "What the heck!? Wallpaper is EVIL!"
When the ceilings and walls were slap textured, displaying their glorious chaotic patterns, I finally lowered my stick and brush saying, "Wow, that was a lot of work! I could really use a massage..."
My wife's hidden talents emerged with razor precision painting along extensive lengths of delicate edging. No tape to guide her surgical precision hands. Bold colors quickly transformed the place from simply a house to a warm and inviting home.
At the entry, she created an accent wall of the highest gloss paint I've seen yet! The gorgeous black appears wet even weeks later. If a wall could be deemed 'sexy', this would be it. I have this odd desire to bump some unsuspecting soul against it (exclaiming the fresh wetness), just for the fun of it. Some may disapprove of my mischief, but that's a risk I'm willing to take...
The floor installation consumed my non-working hours for nearly a week straight. The cutting, the nailing, the kneeling, and more, brought on aches and pains and bruises and cuts, but in the end all my fingers were intact, and my joints and muscles recovered rather quickly. Maybe I'm not terribly out of shape after all!
The next event at the house is our annual tree trimming party, where most participants (who don't know each other), gather to eat, drink, and decorate our tree. Chaos is cool...
The race to the tree trimming party begins another stretch of late night projects, along with preparing the house for the bitter cold weather on the horizon.
Unfortunately, our schedule has already been delayed due to brake issues with my Jeep. Stay tuned...
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