Macho

Apparently, heavy use of power tools causes a cascade of unrelated changes in one's life. Here's an overview of the process:

Tools → Appetite → Testosterone → Raging masculinity

I think I now understand what it's like to be a college athlete. I used to watch football players load up their trays with cereal, grilled chicken, eggs, bacon, and ice cream, and that was only for lunch!

After a few days of manual labor, my metabolism had ramped up to nearly the same level. When it's 10 at night and your body needs about a thousand calories right now, one food group keeps surfacing into your consciousness. Meat. But where does one get huge servings of meat late at night?

So began a beautiful friendship.

Mineral Spirits

So it was really important to us that we get the varnish down as soon as the sanding was over lest dirt become fused to the near-white floorboards. But now that our timetable for finishing the floor had long been flushed down the crapper, why obsess about this detail? What's the difference between one or three days between steps?

Well, probably good we waited at least for all that sawdust to settle because upon our return to the house we found quite a bit that escaped the reach of the shop vac. P was really pushing hard for the use of mineral spirits to clean the floors, and so we set out to find some. I had never used the stuff, but I was familiar with the concept of the paint-thinner/cleaner. Hijacking an unwitting linksys network with my ipod, I began hunting down a store that a) carried it and b) was open during the evening.

Sanding party

On Sunday the 21st, we should have been ready to go. We'd carefully calculated that the sanding process should take exactly 3 hours and 40 minutes, leaving just enough time to return the tools without incurring Home Depot's hefty 24-hour rental fee. We were so sure of this that J didn't bother getting to the store until 3:30, four and a half hours before their stated closing time.

Upon arriving, however, he learned that Home Depot had done some calculations of their own: they had determined that by closing at 7:00, they could screw us over. Royally. Fortunately, they had left a loophole: tools rented just before closing time could be returned the next morning at no additional cost!

With 14 hours of tool rental secured, it was time to get this sanding party started right.

With vacuuming.

Home Depot

(We apologize for the lack of updates. Now that the biggest tasks are more or less complete, things on this front should start picking up again.)

In my mind, a Saturday trip to Home Depot is something of a rite of passage for the modern American youth. You get up early; you sit through an interminable drive across scenic suburbia; you stand around for hours while your parents argue about measurements, heft cans of combustible chemicals, and compare identical pieces of tubing; you have to help hoist the haul back home. Horrible!

Now that I have my own place to remodel, those strange adult activities seem a bit more understandable. Wood stains, sanding belt grit, wool versus synthetic applicator pads: all these details matter once it's my choice, my home. It's an interesting new perspective.

I still don't see myself spending twenty minutes comparing identical faucets, though.

Okay, technically it was twenty seconds, but the point still stands.