What goes around, comes around....

Sixty one years ago Uncle Ancel and Aunt Betty Bell built the house we live in today. It changed hands a few times before Susan and I bought it in 1986, and it's seen a few other changes over the years, but it did make it back into the Bell family.

The people that owned it before us turned the attached, one-car garage into a business office sometime in the mid seventies. They covered up the concrete garage floor with 2x8 sleepers, plywood underlayment and carpet. When we bought the house the room served as our sons' bedroom until we added on the second story about twenty years ago. Since then it's been our family room.

Our grandchildren, and especially our grandson, necessitated seeking an alternate flooring instead of the carpet that had been down for a while. Our son Jonathan installs decorative concrete, so like sixty one years ago, we're back to a concrete floor again. Of course, this one looks like wood, and it has some electric heat cable under it to make it warm on the grand kids' feet, and Susan probably won't let me pull my truck in on it, but other than that, I think we've come full circle.

What goes around, comes around.