Dad's House
I guess it should come as no surprise that Dad is coming up a lot in my dreams these days -- my brother and I are pushing ahead on selling his house. The contractor did the floor refinishing and painted the whole upper level of the house while I was in Alaska. Now we need to clear out the basement. But wow, it's never looked this good since we moved in (1971). The walls had suffered from 3 decades of Mom's smoking and another decade of neglect when my father lived alone. The floors had looked so bad the contractor thought some of the wood panels would need replacing, which turned out to be unnecessary.
He also put in a new kitchen floor (above).