clear winner

The first coat of clear polyurethane went down on Monday, and I must say I am quite the Pleasant Pollyanna so far. And here I was thinking I would be pining away (pun intended) the loss of my dark floors. It is COMPLETELY different from what they looked like before, but I think the floors are probably happier to be back a little closer to their roots. They probably feel like Rachel McAdams in that they have been dyed so many times they didn't even know what their natural color was. I think the clear really was the clear winner. Here they are after one coat:

My fig trees have taken up residence on an outside porch during the floor project. If those suckers die, this Pollyanna is going to be quite the opposite of pleasant. I am pretty sure I have managed to keep one of them alive longer than my youngest little son, Alfred. Needless to say when I saw a SQUIRREL wreaking havoc to one of my dearest fiddle leafs, it is making me think it may be time to reconsider my stance on squirrel hunting. What a jackass. 

Of course there are plenty of spots full of what we like to refer to as "character" (i.e., the giant square cutout in the hallway above where the furnace used to be), but it wouldn't fit with this house if they were perfect. So far I am pretty pleased, and it is not everyday that I get to say that. At this point, (I hope you are sitting down), it looks like all is ON SCHEDULE, and we should be moving back in this weekend. Ohhhh, don't everyone volunteer to help all at once.