its more than just floor sanding

   Right now I  having a coffee, its dawn, my chest & nasal passages are dust effected, I feel ecstatic. Not cartwheels in the mode ecstatic, just really chuffed & happy with myself.

   Happy to have begun the job & stoked to see the finished product.it is a job thats been put off. There have been many real & imagined obstacles; years ago it was an unsupportive griping partner who would have spoiled the work, having a bustling household wherebye quarantining the main floorspace would have been impractical & a poor result guaranteed. But nowadays I only need concern myself with my young adult son, two sensible cats (they will avoid the floor) & a highly strung dog who will walk over a wet floor to make sure his bed is still there. 

So, anyway with the risks managed by time, I'm chosen to begin & in this case, that is definitely that most difficult step. Clearing the floor space & preparing the house for a solid dusting & hiring the tools are really the bulk of the work. Hanging off the tools eating dust & checking the finish are pure joy for the work. Today, I will return the edge sander & pick up the big drum sander. Afterwards, the dust will get serious but the work will progress more quickly. The final stage, applying oil coatings is a real pleasure. Seeing natural timber grains come to life as they drink oil, I think is the most significant draw card of timber boat admiration. The golden hues, like the lick of flames or wmbers from a campfire, resonate deeply. The pure satisfaction is difficult to describe to the unaware, but thoughts are cast ahead to those days when you can be freshly showered, coffee in hand, watching sunlight work it's magic on the timber grains.

   So much of what we must do in our daily lives is tedious & unrewarding, but working with materials is not one of those things.