Wood Floors
Mykala and I have little to nothing left in our tanks — it’s been one week since we closed on our first place, and we have been working almost literally every free moment to freshen it up in preparation for this Saturday’s move. We’re talking 14, 16, 18 hour days here.
That’s us last night, 45 minutes away from finishing putting in the wood floor with Mykala’s dad. It was a very satisfying project, because we had worked and worked and worked on the prep to get to this point. One of the major prep projects was getting the painting done before the floor and the room you see is actually vaulted up about 16 feet, which makes for an atrociously difficult room to paint. So the space has been transformed, we have removed and patched 40 (FORTY) anchor bolts from the walls, and painted most of the first floor. There’s a big snowstorm tonight, then bitterly cold weather on the way, so we get to try out that fireplace soon.
I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the enormous efforts of our parents to get us going on this house. We would not have been able to do any of this without their assistance: planning, ladders, painting, cutting, cleaning, tearing up tile, cleaning, pulling carpet, drilling, cleaning, rolling out second and third coats, feeding us, locking in floors, and onwards and upwards.