I'm on the downhill side of finishing the hardwood floor that I started a couple weeks ago. This project is a big PIA. That stands for pain in the ... you get the idea, and it's true both figuratively and biologically.
The floor had some deep stains and scratches that made the job time consuming. I have invested over a hundred hours of sanding labor, a little over 100 sanding disks, two sanders (one blew up taking a window with it), and a nagging pain in the rear that is looking forward to wrapping up the refinishing project and spending some quality time on the couch.
I've stained the floor and applied the first coat of finish. I've been extremely patient allowing ample time for drying of the floor coating before moving on to the next step. This has allowed for some slacking off time in my opinion. Too bad for me that Margie seems to think that busy hands are happy hands.
Actually, she has been a great help with the floor project cleaning up after a day spent sanding what seemed like a tiny area that sent dust everywhere in the room. We were careful to keep most of the dust confined to the project room, and Margie vacuumed and swept up my mess every day for me. Thanks Marge!
It's just that Marge has some DNA thing going with the ACME automated snowthrower and doesn't seem to slow down much. She has found plenty of small projects and things that need a home somewhere around the place, so I've not been allowed to slack off nearly as much as I could have.
Still... I've gotten a nap or two mixed into equation the last few days, and getting things done around the place has pretty much become a habit so I'm not complaining one bit. I know that my farming neighbors are getting wound up for serious work, while I'm just puttering around the place. Being a city slicker/slacker might not be so bad after all.