On the 1000th day of porch renovation I found a new dance partner. She is very forceful, and definitely takes the lead.
I have a tendency to not stop when I get started and getting the proper gear on was no exception. A combination of sweats, goggles and my daughters purple lace Air Jordan’s sufficed, but it wasn’t pretty. She didn’t notice my get-up, she is an animal, a mechanical sanding, resurfacing machine, but an animal I wanted to tame.
At this point I have done my research, called up the manual online and studied the technique. Now is the hard part. With my daughters high tops covering my ankles and my glasses and gloves on I set about making this machine do my bidding. After wasting a few overpriced pieces of sandpaper we fell into an easy rhythm that was very much like a dance. One-two- three-four. One-two-three-four. One-two-three-four.
I must give credit to the men working and renting from my local handy rents. They call me Ms. Morris and never doubt that I can handle any machine I rent. thanks…