I don’t have anything in particular to say except that it’s funny how homeownership changes your perspective as to what constitutes a good weekend.
We’ve spent the last three days knee-deep in dirt, pulling out what felt like a metric ton of overgrown plants. Our good friend Christy helped as we fought for an hour and a half with a monster azalea that took serious issue with its eviction. We eventually won (though our backs might disagree!). Our new washer and dryer were delivered. We fixed a leak in our water heater and removed our dishwasher. Glen rerouted the plumbing and began furring out the new walls in our laundry room, with lots of help from my dad. My mom and I washed our walls (I didn’t even know this was a thing) and patched holes, then decided on a whim to paint our hallway the brightest white we could find. We cleaned out EVERYTHING in preparation for our new floors, which will be installed tomorrow (!!!). We slept for the first time in our master bedroom (albeit on an air mattress). We ate a lot of bad food.
And every so often we stole into the atrium to relax with Sherman, who is pictured above lounging in the only plants we haven’t ripped out (he loves them too much — I just couldn’t do that to him).
We didn’t want to go back to work today. Not because we wanted more time to relax, but because we wanted to keep working working working on the house. On our house. :)
I don’t know what we otherwise would have done this weekend if we didn’t have a home to work on, but I don’t think it would have beat any of that.
Good weekend. :)
by Molly
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