Job Well Done

No posts other than this today, because The Wife and I spent all day putting down the hardwood floor in the guest bedroom of Soffit House. We’re both sore in places we forgot we had. There’s finish work to do and we’re both astonished at how far out of square the walls of that room turned out to be. Doing the job required borrowing my neighbor’s table saw, and learning a bit about how to work with bamboo — it splinters very easily. But the toughest part of the job is done.

Interesting anecdote: when talking with the neighbor, I was still wearing my kneepads. He looked at them and said, “Wow, those are some kneepads you’ve got there.”

“Yeah, well, times are tough. You’ve gotta keep your job any way you can.”

Burt Likko

Pseudonymous Portlander. Homebrewer. Atheist. Recovering litigator. Recovering Republican. Recovering Catholic. Recovering divorcé. Recovering Former Editor-in-Chief of Ordinary Times. House Likko's Words: Scite Verum. Colite Iusticia. Vivere Con Gaudium.