He's doing great, by the way, after his medical crisis of - wow - almost 2 years ago.
Over a year ago, he and Larry "finished" redoing the basement, including tearing out all the walls AND floors (because, as we all know by now, Larry never does anything halfway), insulating them (yes, the floors, too), putting up new walls, new trim, painting, installing a new floor, etc.
But of course you've never heard of a renovation project that is finished, right? There's always something left to do. In this case, it was the French doors leading outside to the patio. You see, because Larry insisted on putting 3 full inches of insulation in the walls, we wound up with doors that no longer fit. They couldn't even open properly, because - remember - Larry RAISED THE FLOOR. The handyman had to shave off a few inches from the bottom of one of the old ones so we wouldn't be trapped.
For the past year or so, we've had rags and old rugs stuffed all around the doors to keep out wind and critters, which was a lovely look, interior design-wise, but now - NOW - the new doors have been installed. And Andy came by this week to put in the final piece of flooring and the last baseboards on that wall.
|An utterly riveting photo of the final baseboard|
That man has installed every single baseboard in this house. Remember when I first went searching for the right ones, way back in 2012? I felt silly making a fuss back then; but, boy am I glad I picked out something I like, because now they're everywhere. I guess I didn't take Larry seriously when he threatened to tear out and insulate the entire house. I thought the den would be enough, maybe one more bedroom. I thought he'd get tired of the whole crazy project and stop. I was wrong.
They said it couldn't be done. I can feel Larry thinking that, every time he sits down with his evening beer and gazes upon what he hath wrought. They said it couldn't be done.
How about some music to celebrate, huh?