And no, I’m not being political today. The disruption being, of course, phase III that is currently in progress of our kitchen remodel. Phase III involves sanding and refinishing the oak flooring, hidden under a layer of linoleum and several layers of black goo. Amazingly, the first pass of (I think it was 10-grit) sandpaper did the trick. I must confess, even given my flooring background, I was nervous this time. The floor was black. But never underestimate the power of a sanding machine equipped with the coarsest sandpaper on the market, baby.
I’m thankful that the end of this project is near, especially since no amount of plastic and precaution can stop some of the sanding dust from infiltrating the house at large. If it has a surface, it’s covered. For a person who loves cleanliness and order, waking up to find the coffee pot covered with dust and having to make my way around the washing machine that is located in the center of the living room was somewhat of a trial. I will endeavor to overcome. It is, after all Ash Wednesday. Perhaps this will present an opportunity for reflection as we begin Lent.
UPDATE: I’m posting pictures of the amazing transformation our floors underwent the past two days. We’re still not out of the woods; David and I have to put on a coat of seal this afternoon, then it has to be screened, cleaned and applied with two coats of finish. (Satin, in case you were curious.)