I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted an update concerning our home improvement (demolition). The truth is, we had to take a break from it.
We began taking up the carpet on Monday, May 27, 2019. And it’s been quite an undertaking for two oldies who have never done this before.
To top it all off, two days into our demolition, we had a car accident. A woman ran the red light and hit us on the driver’s side. No one was hurt, thankfully. However, It was the week of Labor Day, so it was difficult getting her insurance to follow through, leaving us without a rental for five days. At least we had the truck, or so we thought. But, it wouldn’t start.
Six weeks, and two car rentals later (the first one broke down on us and our car is still in the shop) this is the progress we’ve made:
Moving more furniture
Pulling up the carpet. Hubby has bad knees, so I get the honors. Getting up the carpet is the easiest part. It’s the padding and staples and carpet strips that’s tough.
All rolled up and ready to go out the door.
This used to be our front porch
Doggie and water stains.
Kilz to the rescue!
Hubby doesn’t do Kilz.
I wanted laminate flooring, but it’s not waterproof. We have two dogs. We need waterproof. So, we settled for vinyl plank flooring. It’s 100% waterproof and is more durable than laminate. Time will tell. By the way, it has a 30 year guarantee; an added plus.
The beginning of a learning experience we will never forget and will never want to do it again!
Two, long, frustrating, weeks later, the living room is done.
This was a total nightmare!
Great! The plyboard is too thick.
Finally! We got it fixed!
This tiny hall was worse than the worst of the worst. Eight times hubby had to take it up, re-measure, and put it back down before it finally fit right. We were on the verge of divorce. We bought boxing gloves instead, Just kidding.
Hubby hates doing the closets. He’s claustrophobic. Been that way ever since he served four years in the Navy.
This was a Freddy Krueger kind of nightmare. Three layers of glued down linoleum. Took us two days to pull it up.
See that tiny room in the back? That’s the laundry room. I dread getting started on that because of the having to move the washer and dryer onto the back porch. That’s tomorrow’s project.
This is where the refrigerator lives. Thank goodness for a heavy duty hand truck. And for hubby who handled most of the weight. I hate moving appliances!
Finally! The living room, dining room, and kitchen are done except for the quarter round.
I love my new kitchen floor!
The bookcase hubby built for this space was in there so tight he had to beat it apart to get it out.
Hubby did a great job on my much-needed book shelves.
It’s feeling more like home.
Decorating a room is much more fun than moving furniture, ripping up carpet, and putting down flooring.
I’m liking it.
I’ve got my dining room back.
Everything in its place . . . for now.
Can’t wait to have the family over again for dinner.
Home is where it’s at.
I wish I could say we’re finished, but it’s only just begun.
Published by Sandi Staton
So, I'm sitting here trying to figure out how to describe myself to you, and these are the words jumping up and down in my heart: I'm just a simple human being living in a complicated, messed-up world. I speak my mind. I love hard. My feelings run deep. When push comes to shove, I stand my ground. Sometimes I push back. Sometimes I walk away. I've surfed the crashing waves of life that threatened to destroy me only to make me stronger. I bear the scars of emotional rape, sadness, and depression. I've walked the golden streets of churches and religion only to be disappointed time and time again. And as a result, it's taken me seventy-five years to get where I'm sitting today; a sinner saved by grace through the blood of Jesus Christ. I fell at the cross. I repented of my sins, and Jesus saved and washed me clean. I still fall flat on my face. I still get dirty as a pig in a mudhole. And Jesus still picks me up, dries my tears, forgives me again and again, and continues walking close beside me. No one has ever loved me like that. And no one ever will.
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