Thursday, I came home to find the floor installed.
The floors were not painted, yet.
It was clearly a work still in progress.
We did not know when the appraiser would come by on Friday, so we had hoped to be finished Thursday night.
Martir showed up around 8:00 PM with dinner for the crew. They ate and stayed until 8:30 PM before calling it quits. They weren't done.
Friday, the appraiser came at 10:00 AM. The crews were still at work. Hopefully, that doesn't hurt us. We won't know until we see the report he submitted.
The basement was finished when I arrived home.
It looks good.
The dome lights are a huge improvement.
We paid extra for a floor that can survive a flood should one happen again. I pray things stay dry.
Personally, I prefer Carrie's sense of style better. I pulled these off the listing online.
It's hard to believe only eight days have passed. It feels like a whirlwind. I'm ready to sign the dotted line and move on! We've done our part to keep the economy healthy and employ people.
From our vantage point, the timing of the flood stunk. I have faith there is a greater plan that this fits into perfectly. Maybe this gave the current people the basement they really wanted. Maybe this kept someone on the construction team employed when he really needed it. Or maybe this whole point of this was to build or faith and let us empathize with someone fifty years down the line ("This one time, we tried to sell our house and the basement flooded! Surprise!"). Who knows?
On to the next (whatever it may be!).
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