Two young men arrived at 7 and immediately began ripping up our 20-year old Pergo floor. That floor still looked good, by the way. When we bought it we could only afford the least expensive version of Pergo and the fact that it held up so beautifully is pretty amazing.
I loved it then and I still love it.
But it’s time for a change, I guess, whether I want a change or not. Change is a-comin’ and I’m standing here on the sidelines praying it all looks good when it’s done.
I spent a sleepless night worrying about the decisions I’d made. There is only one left and that’s the kitchen counter. I will not bore you with my endless dithering about Formica, quartz, granite and Corian. The insurance company isn’t paying for a counter so that’s our problem. We are making one last trip to a place in the city called Stone Depot tomorrow. Everything is expensive, period. I’ve sent away for Formica samples three times and nothing looks good except solid white. But I’m tired of constantly wiping white counters and would love something else.
Here’s the final contenders for the wall paint:
There’s a dumpster in the driveway now and Banjo Man is pacing around wondering if there is anything here in the basement that he wants to get rid of. The problem is that we’ve been getting rid of stuff for two years and I think we’re done…for now. But I’ll have to keep a close watch on him, just in case.
The electric range and the two chandeliers are leaving this morning, which should make him happy.
The best part of this? More dinners out, as we’ll eventually run out of all those frozen meals I made last month!