It didn't start out as a really big event. I asked the middle son to get rid of the living room furniture. It was very early attic and as the term goes 'previously used'. By at least 4 other folks. Time for a change. I no longer need to be child and dog proof.
So he brings his truck over, dismantles the furniture, hauls it out and away. Then he says, Mom, I have some wood flooring left over from another job, would you like to have a new floor. Well of course i would. I have always planned to get rid of the old wall to wall once the kids were grown and I guess since the youngest is now 28 and they are all (finally) on their own, they are grown. So the next step is to rip out the wall to wall. He says - Mom there is wood floor under here. I always thought there was due to the age of my house - built slightly before dirt was invented. Alas, we discovered that sometime in the '50's concrete had been used to level the floor when they laid one of the various wall to wall's down. So we shall use his left over flooring. A load comes in to even out the temp so he can lay it. Another interesting event. The wood is not all the same color. Not to worry. We will make a pattern. 'We' being an editorial statement.
Mom, he says, the walls should be painted before I lay the floor. Okay. Same color please. I think he has been color blind all these years. The walls are now a light tan. Winter White they are not. Looks like the ceiling needs paint too Mom. Okay. But a lighter color please, it will make the ceiling look higher. And it does. Count one for Mom.
So now here I am. Walls and ceiling painted, no furniture, and no flooring. No curtains on the windows of course since 'we' had to paint. Lot's of plastic though and that blue tape they use now to mask the trim. The son had to go back to working his real job.
And all I wanted was the old furniture hauled away.
