Basement Update…the End is Near

The flooring in the basement has FINALLY been installed.  I know, it was supposed to be here a week and a half ago, but much to my chagrin (which is the nicest way I can say it) the flooring guy cancelled.

Of course, it turned out to be a small blessing in disguise, since for the first time since moving here, we found water in the basement.  It was mystery water, not a flood, but a puddle big enough to soak a corner of a rug.  I still don’t know where it came from, no signs led to what would be all the obvious places, window, french drain, wall, floor, pipes.  I’m hoping it was just a fluke caused by a minor crack in my sprinkler system in the back flow pipe (I won’t bore you with my whole theory), which has since been fixed.  It’s raining today, and so far so good.

The extra week gave me time to finish painting the doors, ceiling, and trim, which is a huge pain in the butt when there is carpet down.  I needed to see the rug again to pick a wall color, though I’m going to pretend that I would have had time to paint the walls even if I had wanted to. The ceiling took FOREVER, and most of it’s a drop ceiling, which, by the way, is no where as offensive as I envisioned.

The ceiling should have been a quick job, but in a moment of weakness, I decided to take product advice from two of my children, who I deferred to as a way to make their visit to Lowe’s just a little more tolerable.  That’s why I bought the ceiling paint that goes on purple and dries white.I admit, it’s a cool idea.  Right?  My son thought so, too.  My daughter just thought we were painting the ceiling purple, which was the perfect color in her opinion.

I mean how many of you have ever had to repaint a white ceiling white?  Sometimes it can be difficult to see where you painted.  The purple is supposed to ensure your paint is even.

Everything about this product screams brilliant, except for the fact that the paint is crap.  I can’t tell you how many times I had to pass over the same damn spots and there are still variations in shading from where it didn’t go on as well.

It annoys me, but I’m hoping it’s one of those things that will soon blend into the backdrop, because the last thing I feel like doing is spending a few more hours craning my neck to paint the ceiling, again.

My husband spent most of what little free time he had this weekend, moving his weights back down to the basement.  We still have to move the drums.

Here’s the gym side, so far.  It’s pretty cool.And now, I’ll leave you with a little sock monkey love, just don’t tell Second Son, the green one is his.  So is the little blue one. You know what they say, when the cat’s away….

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