Notes From Below
We did this once before and swore we’d never do it again. But here we are, living below our own renovation in a one-bedroom basement suite. This time, with two kids, a dog and an ever-growing collection of new furniture we have nowhere else to store. Above me, the 15-year-old maple floors are being stripped of their diamond-hard factory finish so they can be re-stained. The sound is akin to being in the chair at the dentist’s office — my teeth hurt just listening to it. While that goes on, I’m dealing with the news that the terrazzo we selected for the mudroom now requires a minimum order of 600 square feet, the kids’ tub is no longer available, and the tile for the kitchen floor is back-ordered and won’t…
