The shrine that was Dylan’s bedroom has been demolished in our never ending floor remodeling job. What have we done? I hope it was time. It was not easy.<\/p>\n
I remember when Dylan chose that nasty green color. I didn’t care for it, but didn’t really fight it. We could always paint it again later — which means Donna and Marisa since I have only painted baseboards in recent years. The subject of painting Dylan’s room had briefly come up a few times as we started this flooring project, and maybe a little before . He wanted red. Like fire engine red, I think. To which both Donna and I said “No!” We finished the wood on the stairs and in the master bedroom before Valentine’s Day, and then everything in our lives just stopped. For a while, I wondered if that stack of wood in the loft and master bedroom would stay there forever. Something got me started. Probably the mess. Although, the house remains a horrible mess with the last 150 square feet ahead, we are getting there. Maybe then, we can roughly approximate some kind of normalcy. <\/p>\n[slideshow_deploy id=’459′]\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The shrine that was Dylan’s bedroom has been demolished in our never ending floor remodeling job. What have we done? I hope it was time. It was not easy. I remember when Dylan chose that nasty green color. I didn’t care for it, but didn’t really fight it. We could always paint it again later … Continue reading Only Memories Remain Now<\/span>