Subtitled: This is the floor that John built.
This is John.
He’s my husband and I love him lots.
This is the room that was our dining room before I filled it with books and set up shop.
(Maggie the Squatter.)
Because the carpet in this room was really gross (I mean REALLY gross) and because my husband loves me, he agreed to install a hardwood floor.
Which he did in a day while we were away.
(This would be the “after” shot.)
As you can see, my messy desk has been removed to another room, where it is no less messy but just as loved. Also, I am trying to decide if I want to put all my books back on the shelves.
I rather like those clean, uncluttered lines.
This is Tim. He is the husband of my friend Lynn who helped John install the hardwood floor.
Thank you, Tim! Thank you, Lynn!
And finally, this is the room where I put all those books while my husband installed the hardwood floor.
AKA the classroom.
The room where I’m supposed to teach.
In addition to Maggie the Squatter, I am also known as Maggie of the Many Piles.
(Yes, I know I deserve this nickname.)
There are two things that you need to know–no, make that three:
2. I’m in denial. What, me ready?
3. I have my work cut out for me.
Need I say more?
Nope. Didn’t think so.