Well, things didn’t finish well with my floor refinisher. I
had decided that my floor was toast. Perhaps I should have just gotten out the yellow
police tape, as a friend commented that it looked like there had been a murder
on one section of the floor. Well, the only murder was the murder of my hopes
and dreams for my floor! Okay, that’s a bit dramatic, but I was seriously
sweating it, got some legal advice and such.
Fortunately, as I was despairing the fate of my floors, I
miraculously found another hardwood floor refinisher that I never saw before on
the Internet. I called them, and they agreed to come out and have a look. Yep,
he agreed it was bad and went through and explained several of the main
problems with the floor. The best part is that he said he would attempt a
repair. Fingers crossed! I can’t wait to be set free of my cramped rooms. Now,
if I could just knock this sinus issue from the last sanding.
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