Unfortunately, that's just one voice. Another lately assaults, "Finish the damned floor!"
It has been half-carpet, half oak for years. Finally the carpet became too toxic even for my relaxed housekeeping standards. Replacing it would have been cheap and easy, but I've come to detest the stuff, especially when sharing a home with a high-shed lab. Besides, I've accumulated a some planking, and I always overestimate how long ambition will endure for any given project. So:
It occurs to me that this report is so far devoid of any public service. Because I really care, let me correct that with a graphic depiction of an invention for tightening the seams between the strips of renewable, natural, recyclable, material. (Another way to describe all that is "not quite straight.")
You screw the block to the old floor and drive wedges to jam the new board tight. Works well, but I believe I am unable to receive a patent.
When it's all done I'll return to keeping an eagle eye on the state of the Republic. No, wait. There's another voice: "Big northerns are biting over at Ingham Lake. Load up the dog and the camper. Go fishing. Go fishing."
Damned old voices.
*A professional would go to about 120 grit or even finer. Jimmy the Tweak has learned of the project and established an over-under of 81. Bet the under. I mean, Hell, I'm just going to walk on it.