We camped in our bedroom the night after closing.
We camped in our bedroom the night after closing.
J made me retake the picture.
The entertainment center the POs left us. It won't fit down the stairs, and it won't come apart easily. Soon to begin a brief stint as kindling.
Painting the ceilings. Note the soon-to-be-extinct grandma-green.
I save money on plastic sheets by catching paint drips with my face.
J and I after a full day of painting. Sweat equity indeed...
J's brother Matt dropped by.
My sister Anne also stopped in.
Color! After a day of ceilings and primer, we finally get to wonder "is that really the color we picked out?"
I pass the time spreading melted chocolate ice cream on the walls. Still paint-catching.
My dad and stepmom dropped by to help us with painting. The living room is done and the tape has come off -- there's a light at the end of the tunnel.
J in our newly painted living room.
Dad and I in front of the brownscreen. We'll add the dinosaurs in postproduction.
J's office (the back bedroom). The color is "Privilege Green".
This color, btw, is "Moroccan Brown".
My stepsister Sammi adds color to any room she's in.
We got a lawnmower. I volunteered -- it was easier than waiting to get drafted.
When did I turn into the pasty balding guy fighting with a lawnmower? Did I take a wrong turn?
My magnetic personality also attracts grass clippings jaded with the whole bagger scene.
Sandafloor!!! Mike and TJ arrive on Friday just in time for the fashion show. Here they are modeling the latest in earplugs.
The stage is set...
The humor level is lowbrow -- do not adjust your monitor...
J's office after the first pass with the belt sander, halfway with the rotary sander. I hate that thing.
The living room in progress, Mike doing the honors.
Workhorse Mike fighting with the rotary sander in the hallway. Way to take one for the team!
Me finishing up the living room -- 2am Saturday morning. Bet the neighbors just love us...
Den (front bedroom)(color is "Soulful Blue"), Saturday morning.
The rotary sander has face time built into its contract.
J's office, Saturday morning, shop-vac hamming it up.
J's office, Saturday morning, floor-to-ceiling shot.
The last of its kind, a lonely can of Cherry Coke watches the future roll by, stop briefly at the corner, and make a left.
Living room Saturday morning. Check out how big the windows are here and in the den.
Bedroom, pre-anything. We left the bedroom until last because hauling the belt sander up the stairs is no fun.
A dividing line.
J's office, Saturday night -- done.
Mike finishing up the living room with the fine grit.
J's office, Sunday morning, done in the sun.
The ancients measured the seasons by watching the path of the sunbeam crossing the hardwoods.
I must really like this room.
Den, Sunday morning -- done.
Living room, Sunday -- done.
I noticed that if you stand in the front corner of the house (by the fireplace), you can see back to the opposite corner of the house, and it's one continuous stretch of hardwood flooring, with no breaks at doorways or anything.
And amazingly enough, it works in reverse, too.
Bedroom after one pass.
The ancient Joneses...
The reading area (alcove on the bedroom), post-first-sanding.
