Doing it. Have to set the saw to the correct depth and turn on the little laser guide light—about as high tech as I get without the manual. Then it's into the shower with the ladder. Wind is gusting to about twenty-five. Don't forget the safety glasses. Nothing like sawdust-impaired vision. I'm beginning to hate the sight of plywood. May reconsider my plans for beadboard in the new place.
I think my orbital sander is possessed by the devil. It goes faster and faster and faster until it wrecks whatever surface I'm trying to improve. May have to borrow BI Bro's again.
fair warning: on block island or manhattan or in missouri, we can be a little salty
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