I'm a project manager by trade. That means I spend most of my days listening to optimistic engineers tell me how something will be finished in a day or two and quietly putting a more realistic time of a week or two into the schedule.
So when the Mr. tells me "one more week" I know in my wee brain that we are about a month away from completion. No worries. I know that after 23 weeks, he is super ready for it to be done, but it takes as long as it takes.
This week was spent putting in the wood flooring. It's hard work, up, down, on hands and knees, but the result is stunning.
He built a threshold to put between the wood and the tile so that there is a nice transition.
And glued it in place so that there wouldn't be nail holes. The pole is temporary to apply pressure while the glue dries.
I know, you're all wondering "where's Gerry? where's Jimmy? where is this week's action movie?" If only. Things are kind of hung up in that quarter waiting for the electrician to wire up the boiler. Tick tock, tick tock.