I remember visiting Mark’s Grammy’s house before we were married. He took me down into the basement where there was a small room with a very large pool table in it. He proudly patted the table and told me that his name was on that thing. It was a very old table that Mark’s grandfather had bought cheaply from a billiards hall that was going out of business. They grew up playing with it in that basement. Eleven years later, here we are. After Grammy died at Christmas time, Mark’s mom asked him if he still wanted the pool table. He said no–we didn’t have the space and it was huge, how would he get it, it just wasn’t going to work. I encouraged him to reconsider. I knew he loved this table and would regret it years from now if he didn’t have it. So, he reconsidered and our major house project ensued. We finished our root cellar (a dirt floor room off the basement that we never used) to become our storage room. Then, we finished the basement to be a man cave of sorts–I say “man cave” but frankly it’s a pretty cool room that I like to hang out in myself. Last night at nearly 10PM, the guy fixing up the pool table for us finished. Check out these pictures from moments after “the Pool Doctor” left. Mark looks pretty darn excited.