This week, we celebrated a big anniversary at The Aerie. It’s been four years since we moved in! That doesn’t even seem possible.
And so last week, after receiving our tax returns and the proceeds from a strategic sale of some old-company-I-used-to-work-for shares, we embarked on a major renovation of the upstairs including new paint, some new fixtures and most importantly of all — new floors. You see, our home had the original carpets from when the house was built in the mid-1990s and they were in pretty good shape. Well, pretty good shape until a certain pointer that we all know began running all over the house with dirty paws. Amazingly, the carpet began to show some of its age.
This week, I think we achieved maximum entropy: all the carpet has been torn out, the baseboards are gone. Massive stacks of wood flooring have been hauled in to acclimatize. Drop cloths are in abundance. There is dust.
The piano is covered for its protection. I do sort of like the way the sheet rustles in the breeze though.
The dining room was our “design central”, but now has become a storage area for displaced houseplants.
From the stairs up and on the entire top floor, there is nothing but dusty plywood floors.
One thing that has been installed are new pendent lamps in the front room.
As much as we like guests, this week probably isn’t the best one for a pop-in.
Toilets have appeared in the strangest places — as have the balcony planters (we had the balcony repainted). I should note that we still have one working toilet in the house. Whew.
I think the tide should begin turning today though. When Penny and I left for work, the workmen who are putting in the new floors were getting started. So far, everything is pretty much on track, so I’m letting myself hope that we’ll have our home back (and looking better than ever) by the end of next week!