Board by board, the new floor goes down on top of 30 year old particle board. I don’t know why, but particle board reminds me of my youth – my father built many things out of it but I don’t know that I have ever used it in a project.

We ripped the well-worn carpet out of the Mrs.’s office, tomorrow new floors go in.

A little path leading under the porch with no real purpose.

Waiting for the fireworks to start, first time on out side of town.

Old and new grills, waiting for the weather to clear.

Interesting carpet names, very 1960s.

The Mrs. is redoing her office, so all the elements have moved to the dining room.