Spent the evenings this week ripping carpet out and pulling staples from my Mom's family room. My brother came into town last night. We worked until 11pm. Started at 8am today and finished late this evening. She is out of town. Can't wait to see her reaction when she sees the finished product! Been long overdue for a bit of a facelift. Not that the carpet was dated or in terrible condition, but she has wanted it for a long time. After Dad passed away she decided she was going to paint and do the flooring she wanted. Felt nice to join my brother to make her vision come to reality. Didn't feel right without Dad there leading the charge. There were moments I felt very close to him. Almost as if he were in the room with me. Eerie, weird, and a bit sad, but felt really nice.