Its Goo Time!

 

Today was again F-ing Hot, also humid. Yesterday was the same, but I managed to finish the first 30 hours of sanding in the living room. Today I decided to take advantage of the heat to wash down some of the dust and let it dry.

 

 

This may have been a mistake, since the water may make the wood swell and need more sanding, but it sounded way more fun than starting to sand the hallway. I wiped the whole thing down with a wet sponge (in the style of Bob) and left the Supervisor in charge of watching it dry while I watched Judge Judy with the other cat.

 

Once the Supervisor pronounced it dry enough to roll around on, it was time to start the filling process. I decided to start off filling the larger holes with DAP and save Bondo for the giant gaps. The gaps between pieces here are larger than they have been in any other area of the house, so its going to take a lot.

 

The Supervisor forgot that goo-time means he gets locked downstairs, as he has a tendency to taste anything new. I once discovered him making horrible faces as he licked wet paint from the side of a paint can. It looked like it tasted awful, but he wouldn't stop licking. I had to chase him down to give him a bath, and it doesn't seem to have phased him at all, he still licks everything. It was especially funny, because my mother once took me to work with her when she was teaching pre-school and I watched her go through the exact same thing with a child that had Down's syndrome and kept eating all the paints.  I'm thrilled that my cat can match wits with a disabled pre-schooler.

 

A can and a half of DAP got me through a bit less than half of the floor, not counting the cracks. There is one piece that I think is likely related to the psychocrazy pitted part of the stairs that took a bunch of reconstruction. I think I'm going to be going through a ton of Bondo and DAP on this one. I have suspicions that the carpenter who worked on this section of the floor may have been wearing cleats, based on all the giant holes. Fortunately its warm enough to leave the windows open to air out the smell of chemical death.