Wide open space!  All subfloor–no more mismatch.  No more 1971 linoleum with cuts and dirt ground in deep.  This is the view from the door to my bedroom.

Next stop hardwood floors.  We cut the old floor into squares–it was a floating floor, but they glued each tongue together so we couldn’t reuse it.  I was REALLY bummed about that.  My mom came over and carried it out while I was teaching school.

Then DH started laying out the new floor to see how things would go.  The floors are really not level, and our choices to level them up include taking up the subfloor and planing down the high joists.  Or taking up the subfloor and shimming up the low areas.  Or pouring in a silicone leveler that can be nailed through (except some of the low areas are 2 inches low which is too much for the leveler.) And then it hit us, “Why is the floor this bad?”  “Why is the wall in the attic cracking? Was it cracked that much last year when we moved in?”

So we placed a call to a structural expert who will be here at 9 am tomorrow.  It feels like everything is on hold and we are afraid to breathe.  We had foundation problems at our previous house and they are costly to repair.  Here’s to hoping it’s not too bad.  It’s frustrating to DH because he is furloughed and has time to work on the project, but can’t move forward until the experts give their ok.

Tomorrow, I’ll show some before and current pictures of our progress.  Even though we aren’t close to done, it’s amazing how far we’ve come.

P.S.  DH is a federal agent of sorts and his most recent background check came up with this blog.  They sweetly asked if I would stop using his name in my posts…So trying to remember to use DH instead of the real thing, even though I’ve never been a secretive sort of person.  And not mad at all, just extremely flattered that they considered this tiny blog important enough to make the request.

P.P.S. A weight loss scam stole my weight loss pictures and used them on facebook to try to sell their junk.  I’m half mad; half flattered that they thought my transformation was good enough to steal.  But I still made a stink and asked them to take it down, as did my trainer, the amazing Holly Rigsby (button the right.)