One day, when the moon is in proper alignment and Anya is bringing in the cash on her paper route, we’re going to renovate our kitchen and living room. One major part of the renovation will be putting down hardwood floors. To this end, Andy has been collecting a huge stack of old, nasty-looking barn wood. When he’d bring this wood home, he’d get all excited and make me go look at it, and I’d stare at him and then wave my hands around frantically and exclaim, “YOU PAID MONEY FOR THIS????”

Last weekend he pulled out his planer (plainer? playner? pleignar?) and went to work on the stack. About halfway through, he called me outside to take a look at the new, happy-looking wood, so I would calm down and stop eating so many cookies. I did calm down a bit, which was good because I had no cookies.

Here is the story of the future hardwood floors in pictures:

The boards are still a bit rough and will require some trimming and ripping and more plaeigyning before they become a floor, but that’s okay because Anya won’t be able to ride a bicycle for a few more years.