Repairs
Last week, I wrote about the beauty of a lived-in life. The idea came during a morning walk through my neighboring subdivision. It is brand new, while mine has clearly been around for a while. The new development was spotless. Fresh paint, perfect landscaping, sidewalks that looked untouched. Walking back into my own neighborhood, the contrast was immediate. Landscaping stones slightly out of place. A mailbox leaning just a little off center. Grass worn thin where people had cut across the yard instead of following the sidewalk. Nothing looked neglected. It just looked lived in. And honestly, I found it more interesting than the new one. Those small details told a story. Life had happened there. Since writing that piece, another thought has been sitting with me. It surfaced while working through a couple of repairs around the house. The first one involved a section of subflooring near the center of our home. Beneath the carpet, the wood had weakened over time. That part of the house co...