Dear Basement,

You are killing me.

For what feels like the millionth weekend in a row, I spent 97% of my time toiling away in the bowels of our home. I can’t deny that my Dad has spent equally as much or perhaps even more time working away on the room that will eventually house man things like music-making devices, gaming systems, and a projector.

I just don’t know how he does it. I mean, he’s nearly twice my age and is totally kicking my butt when it comes to work stamina. Add to the fact, he’s driving two and a half hours each way to enjoy a weekend of basement bonding with his daughter.

This weekend included priming, painting, some more electrical work and hanging doors. The highlight of the weekend for me was strapping two doors to the roof of my Saturn while a third door hung out from the hatchback. We looked like the Beverly Hillbillies.

Water, Fire and Drywall

It's been a busy week in these parts. First, we had a slow waterline leak to address. Follow that by a weekend highlighted with veggie burgers and wheelbarrows filled to the brim with fireworks. We think Winslow was a little depressed on Sunday night since he didn't have a party to attend and sport his American flag bandito.

Today, the drywall contractor is in the basement mudding away. Paint chips and cork flooring samples line the counter tops in preparation for the Basement Grand Reveal in honor of Greg's 30th birthday next month.

I hope to post pictures of the progress in the basement soon. Sheesh! It's consumed most of our summer!