As I write, a capable carpenter/friend (as much as I want to, I won't mention his cuteness) is refinishing our downstairs floors. I am paying him to patiently sand layer upon layer, however many it takes, and strip all the evidence of debauchery, disrespect and corruption away.
We peeked through the windows the day before yesterday to see him barefoot, God-like, walking slowly, intently, behind a large sanding machine contraption thingy.
And, with just a few day's work transformation has occurred. With the first sanding, the floors looked exposed, infantile, like a blanched almond. Innocent and new. Esther wants it to stay this way, but it needs to be treated. I imagine there would be a hazardous splinter factor otherwise.
Seeing the floors in this new, purified state, unfortunately made me take a closer look at the walls. They are grungy. And I can actually see myself making hypnotic passes with a roller, feeling more and more optimistic with each delicious pass. This, if I may state the obvious, is progress.
Yesterday, we peaked in to see the floors had gotten a first, or second, coating of sealant, or stain, or whatever it is. No longer bleached, they looked like honey, rich, golden sun-tanned honey. Honey that would make Winnie the Pooh swoon. They looked like something straight out of Swiffer advertisement. Shit, I can't let kids in there. I might have to rethink my liberal views on indoor bike riding and rollerblading...
Today, after another go over with the sander, the floors looked as if they were actually enjoying the attention. I think the old house might be considering forgiving us for so heartlessly prostituting it, simply because we wanted to taste the grass on the other side of the fence.
We'll be making up to it, one day at a time.
Sorry no pictures. I stuck my camera through the hole in the plastic, dust curtain and snapped a few shots of this perfect floor. Problem is, my startup disk is still moaning and creaking from being "almost full" and I am sick and tired of deleting photos to try to make room for more photos. I need to figure out what is making my startup disk suffer from indigestion so regularly, before I import any more photos. Any clues?