On the Third Day...

The sun was shining and the temps were creeping up into the triple digits, yet there we were at the new home, armed with cleaning supplies and wrenches and hammers- ready for a full day's work. One might think that ripping up old carpeting is cake-walk, and one would be wrong in so thinking. I was proven completely whacky when I failed to consider the task of carefully prying off every last glue holding on to the fourteen year-old floor boards for dear life. The act of ensuring that each and every floorboard was free of glue and debris was no insignificant oversight.

Nate, being the methodical planner that he is, luckily had a way with a hammer. As a teenager, he apparently worked for a construction company one frigid Alaskan winter. It was during this experience that he was entrusted with some nails to "make sure the floorboards don't suqeak." Thanks to his personal repertoire of screwing long nails into bare floors to prevent those annoying sounds that have a habit of making themselves apparent when one is trying to watch a movie or get some sleep, our son and I spent some time walking the gangways of each board and marking with a Sharpie those that needed nails.
But really, any excuse to use a new drill is good enough for Nate, and I swear he was nearly giggling as he hunched over the black marks and drilled away.

After a bit more work prepping, it became apparent that our garage was sorely lacking (or so I was told). A new shop vacuum was just what the doctor ordered and didn't do any damage to our wallet. The place was beginning to look like a blank canvas. In the morning, the painters would arrive to give the place a fresh coat. For now, floors were completely prepped, house was cleaned and trim was off. A good feeling to know that for the next two days, we'd resume our daily lives 30 miles away while someone else did some work on the new place.