We’ve had a half-laid walk-in basement floor for the past two weeks — it seems like someone didn’t measure our floor correctly in October when the beautiful gray/brown wood flooring was ordered. What was most magnificent and a key ingredient to a quite happy marriage was that neither I nor the hubby had done the measuring — whew!
When the flooring company that we chose told us the flooring was a durable commercial grade — tsumani-, tornado- and tap-dance-proof, we agreed that it was no problem when we ordered it in October to have it installed after Thanksgiving.
“Quality is worth the wait,” I happily chirped to the hubby and flooring salesman — in October.
I had previously conducted due diligence and carefully crunched the numbers and analyzed that if we elected to have a zoo-themed 30th wedding anniversary party, we could surely save a bundle of money by allowing the five zebras and lone two-ton elephant an indoor place to overnight — while our super-duper extra durable basement floor would remain unscratched, unstained and unimpacted.
So our furniture sits askew on sliders for at least another two weeks and the newly painted Dutch Boy ‘Phoenix Slate’ walls await to be adorned after floor and stairs are installed. As such matters go in many remodeling adventures, we live around the mess. The blessing is that when my 7-year-old triplet nieces and nephew came sledding last weekend, my brother David looked ecstatic when he saw the concrete floor at the door and didn’t have to take six, small snowy boots off. It’s the little things in life.
And you know the old saying — it could be worse. My youngest brother Chris’ functional and fancy stainless steel frig and freezer went out last week — it was only six years old. My sister-in-law Amanda remembers precisely how old it is, since she was pregnant with her fifth child Drew, who also happens to be six. They would have run out to buy a new one in between basketball games, piano, guitar and violin lessons, but as you know, sometimes it’s the principle — so they waited a week for a warrantied repairman to fix it for 1/6th of the price of a brand new one.
They were blessed by the cold weather, since they used coolers on the side porch to store their milk. Kind of like a 2018 Little House on the Prairie situation.
Life is an adventure — you gotta laugh and measure twice.
