Just Hanging Out

So, day one of the big floor replacement is underway. Of course, as is typical with anything to do with this floor (I do believe it is truly cursed), nothing went the way it was supposed to.

Bright and early, Keith (AKA "Elvis") showed up to tape the plastic sheeting around the living room/dining room, this in the hopes of containing wood dust/particles to those rooms. Not that this has anything to do with us, but, Keith informed me that his car was stolen a week ago (the day before he left for vacation). I have to say, this poor man has terrible luck. But, he managed to have a good time on his band tour (to somewhere in KY) anyway. And, he found out today that the insurance company is totaling his car (it was recovered in very bad shape), so that was SOME good news for him.

Anyway. The dudes that are taking up the old floor were supposed to be here between 9-11. When he called around 10 to confirm, he was told no one knew they were supposed to be at our house and no one could get there until 2. Well, he wasn't too happy, I wasn't too happy, but, what could we do?

So, he leaves. Luckily, two guys showed up at 12:45 and started to work right away. They are still here at 4:15. Thankfully, it hasn't been too loud (ear plugs help) since they didn't have to resort to using a saw to cut the wood. They've in essence been prying it up with a crow-bar and peeling it off. Still, they've had to keep the doors open so there are flies all over the place. The plastic sheeting blew off a long time ago and there is blue paint tape stuck all over the walls. Not to mention, ALL of our living room/dining room furniture is either stashed in the family room or the garage. ACK!

Our family room full of furniture

I told them that they can work as late as they need to in order to be ready to put the new floor down first thing tomorrow morning. After that, there will be a bevy of painters, inspectors, and cleaning people to check it all out. Then, we get to move all of the furniture BACK.

Progress as of 4:15 this afternoon

But, hey, we are getting our new floor.

The Goose is tired of it all!

Mrs. B