Falling in Love is Hard on the Knees

I love my house.  I spend a lot of time and energy working on it, getting it back to its former glory.  Obviously I’ve learned a lot.  One of the most important things I’ve learned while working on my house is how stupid and stubborn I can be.  I’ve also confirmed the fact that I’m not 18, over and over again, to the loud complaint of my lower back. The big project this fall has been getting the “sleeping porch” turned into my cousin Emily’s bedroom.  Despite the blue sponge paint, asbestos tile and creepy fake bear skin rug (I have pictures somewhere), it’s actually a really nice room.  Albeit creeptastic. Emily has done a huge amount of work, some of it psychological.  She painted, pulled tile, and swept.  We both sweep.  A lot. Now that work is underway, it’s apparent that I know how to do all of it, have the tools and skills, I was just daunted by starting.  The photo above is the early stages of cleaning and paint-prep.  Below is one of the new ceiling fan going in. The biggest task is the floor.  I say “is” in the present tense, because while I started working on it a month ago, I’m still working on it.  but progress is very encouraging.   You may notice some swirl marks on the floor in this photo.  You can see that the wood trim is in good shape, and the floor is really great hardwood; I was a little worried that the tile was covering up some serious problems.  No serious problems, but the swirl marks are from someone...