Six Million Dollar Man

 

Terry's building my new workbench.

 

He also roto-tilled, went to Home Depot, painted the porch overhang, moved some rocks, put up some shelves in the garage, and God only knows what he did before I even woke up this morning.

 

How does he do it?

 

Yay!!!  My new space will be perfect. It's in the laundry room, close to the wash tub, and I will be putting out some great mosaics, and paintings, and any other great projects I come up with.

 

But, first the floor needs to be sanitized. We scraped it, and primed it, and now it is ready for some cement paint. We chose to paint the floor (for now), because we are unsure about water leakage. We need to go through four seasons in our new house to assess how and where the basement leaks (and fix it), then we can do some permanent flooring. For now, we'll make it clean and workable.

 

While I was priming the floor, Terry started busting out the walls of the basement bathroom (right on the other side of the laundry room). Everything in this basement is moldy and rotted; the wood, the paneling, the ceilings. Not to mention, that animals lived, and pooped, and died down here. Every bit of this basement needs to be demolished, even the bathroom.

 

Gentlemen, we will rebuild it, we have the technology, we have the capability. Better than it was before, better, faster, stronger.

(Sorry, slipped into the "Six Million Dollar Man" intro).

 

 

With everything that goes on, every day, we never forget about the people who brought us here. Grandpa & Grandma Mac.

 

It might seem like I forget sometimes... but I don't.