We're on day three now of renovating the room that I mentioned previously. One of the amazing things about it is all of the stories that it is generating - and then how different people tell the same story. It's making me want to make a record of house stories to keep in the house, "If These Walls Could Talk". Might make a good blog.

We stayed up late last night spackling and were going to spend the day today sanding, but the weather is so wet and damp that the spackle won't dry. We tried to take a trip to Home Depot for mouldings and more spackle but Steve's car died on the way there which was a whole other adventure. It's running now and we're only out $20 thanks the the fabulous family friend mechanic, but the whole day was lost. Days are like that sometimes.

Renovating this room is really hard work, I can't believe Steve does this stuff and worse every day, all day. It's making me feel like we might have been miserable fixing up the Hillsdale house. Part of the problem here is that we don't have our own space until it is done, so we want it done quickly, and that makes it less fun and the work not really up to Steve's standards.