Remember the crooked man in the nursery rhyme (wallked a crooked mile ... had a crooked cat)? Apparently, the vinyl installers think we're selling our old house to him.
As you can see by the threshold between the kitchen and the garage, they didn't quite hit square when they put the floor down. They'll be trying again as soon as the replacement vinyl arrives.
Other than that, there's a little painting -- both inside and outside -- and some yard work before we're ready to list.
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