One Down about Thirteen to Go

The floors are finished and are just gorgeous. They are so perfectly smooth and even that they look like laminate. LIKE LAMINATE? you say? Well, only at first glance. Then the wood speaks for itself.

I shot out of bed this morning after the golf course alarm went off at 6:30 a.m.. That is what I call  the kid who drives the tractor pulling the metal trailer full of aluminum rakes. He clatters past our back fence at 80 miles an hour with all the rakes jumping up and bouncing as he drives over tree routes and rabbit holes. If I tried chasing to slow him down, he wouldn't know, he has his cell phone to his ear.