The other night Hubby and I stayed up very late cleaning the floors in our basement. We had to clear out rooms, give them a good vacuum, then wash them in anticipation of carpet going on. I couldn't help but think of the many late nights we spent with mops and a Shop Vac over seven years ago when we flooded.
We are FINALLY in the home stretch of a reno that started, unintentionally, with a flood in the summer of 2005. A month of rain + a house built on clay soil - any sort of waterproofing on a 50 year old house + a cracked foundation = lots of water in the basement. Lots.
It felt wrong to be celebrating colourful floors, finished baseboards and awesome wallpaper in the wake of Sandy and so much destruction for so many, but I had to remember that this was born of our own disaster. And we've worked very hard in the years since to get to this point.
It's kind of been like the Old Lady Who Swallowed A Fly.
To finish the basement we had to waterproof.
To waterproof we had to dig a trench around our house.
To dig the trench we had to rip out the driveway and tear down the fence.
To tear down the fence we had to build a new one.
To build a new fence we had to grade and landscape our front and back yards.
And all that before we could think about walls, toilets, and colourful floors.
So soon, very soon, the Dining Room Empire will change slightly. I will get my own sewing room (that room on the right there) and the baby gets his own room. I can't wait.