It's gone to bagging and boxing and disassembling and ripping and scraping and puttying and taping and swearing.
We picked a color for the bedroom, but we won't know until it's up and dried whether we like it or not. The thought of painting and then repainting the bedroom makes us think that we'd keep the first color ... no matter what.
After Tom ripped up the carpet and padding, he found a really ugly floor underneath. Really ugly. There had been an area rug at some point, and a prior occupant had painted around the rug. I guess that makes sense -- who's going to see under the rug, anyway?
We've learned about "liquid sandpaper" and that self-adhesive tape doesn't work anymore if it's been on a basement shelf for six years. We've learned how hard it is to find a brown penny on a brown floor. We've learned vacuum cleaners can overheat. We've learned that it takes a village to paint a room.
After a hard day of work:
Sabbatical Useful Projects Running Count: Started-6, Completed-5.4.
Like sand in the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.
