Floor Ride

The floor does look better after its second coat. It’s not perfect, but it’s better than it was before. So, we’re going to have him finish the rest.

That means that tonight we all get to sleep in the ‘guest room’, where the cats are never, usually, allowed. A reward for them, for being locked in the litter box room every day this week.

Well, we had him finish the rest of the downstairs. We can’t stomach the idea of spending another four days to have him do the upstairs (which is in much better shape anyway). We’ve had to ‘work from home’ and lock the cats in a room, and open all the windows and turn off the A/C and run fans all day to keep the fumes from killing us. And the downstairs is a crazy mess of furniture. And the cats are completely freaked out. So, this will do.

So, after all our hassle, we got a free floor refinish. The floor guy turned out to be decent and reasonable once the conflict was resolved. The builder waves to us when he sees us now. Harmony is upon the land. And we still want to move because, when you get right down to it, we picked the wrong house for us. It’s nice, but it’s too big and certain aspects of it are just plain wrong for what we want. We like the lot we’re on, except for the road noise from that awesomely curvy road 600′ from the back door – a driving enthusiasts dream, apparently. But, land is expensive, and the real estate market has softened a bit lately, so I’m weary of starting something new and being stuck with two mortgages. There are worse problems to have.

Floor bored

It’s been a while since I mentioned it, but the saga of our floor continues nonetheless. Last time I mentioned it, we had just lawyered-up. We debated going to trial but dismissed that idea once the lawyer told us a few facts: a new floor would cost $XX,000; a trial would cost us about a third of that; in NC, you can’t sue for legal costs in these kinds of suits; a trial wouldn’t happen for a year at least, and it would be a constant fight during that time.

So, the lawyer wrote the builder a threatening letter, instead. That got his attention. After a couple of shouting matches, the builder acknowledged there was something about the floor that needed to be addressed. So, last winter, he had his HVAC guy install a full-house humidifier to bring the moisture levels up, which would make the wood stop shrinking so much. That did help (plus, my sinuses loved the humidity!). And he agreed to look at the floor in the summer, to see how the gaps and crowning looked after a few months with stable humidity.

Summer comes, his people come and look and everyone agrees there’s a problem with the floor. Just like we said. Just like the inspector said. Just like the lawyer said.

So, the floor guy agreed to fix the problem areas. He’d fill the small gaps and replace boards where he needed to. And that started yesterday.

He and his helper moved half of the furniture in our downstairs into the other half of the house, filled the gaps with putty, buffed it out, then put a new coat of finish on the floor. Looks like crap. The putty shows in the finish – when you get the light just right, you can see that it’s rougher. Also, because the tops of the boards are convex in many places, the putty evaded the sander and spreads out a cm or so from the edge of the wood. And because the putty is a uniform color and wood is not, you can see it pretty well in places. I asked him about that today and he said it will be fine after he does the second coat of finish today. We’re skeptical. We don’t want the floor to end up looking worse than it started, so we might not let him do the rest of the house.

Night. Mare.

Mrs. is frantically searching for land for a new new house.

Sarah Palin

“We believe”? Wait, I thought fast food joints, hurh. Don’t you guys think that they’re like of the Devil or somethin’ I was. Liberals, you want to send those evil employees who would dare work at a fast food joint then ya just don’t believe in, thought you wanted to, I dunno, send them to Purgatory or somethin’ so they all go VEGAN and, uh, wages and picket lines I dunno they’re not often discussed in Purgatory, are they? I dunno why are you even worried about fast food wages because dha.

Real Vice President material, that one.

via The Daily Banter

Start Your iPods

It’s the five.

  1. Bears – Everywhere. I’m a sucker for psychedelic indie pop. This isn’t Belew’s band, The Bears. This is a different band, Bears.
  2. Sidney Bechet – Muskrat Ramble. Not enough swing.
  3. Jack White – Three Women. I want to hear guitar, not keyboards!
  4. Sebadoh – Too Pure. Never got into them, but this is a good song.
  5. Death Cab For Cutie – The New Year. Gah! The melodies! The hooks!

The five that the iPod wants me to hear.

Today In Scrabble words

“Boing” is not a Scrabble word.

“Honda” is (it’s the part of the knot which makes a lasso work).

“Jato” is a Scrabble word, but seems to have no definition outside of the US military acronym “JATO”. It’s a good way to use a J, though. Also, “Jota” is a word, which is nice.

“Xyst” is also a Scrabble word (it’s a long covered portico or tree-lined walkway).


Today a lucubration (or lucubrations — the word more often appears in the plural) is a derisive reference to a pedantic, over-elaborate or muddled attempt to make a point.

Lucubration literally means thought, study or writing that has been undertaken by artificial light. Its origin is Latin lux, light, via the stem of the verb lūcubrāre, to work by lamplight. Imagine a scholar hunched beside a guttering flame, striving late into the night to get his ideas on paper.