The Instructions say 72 Hours, not DAYS!
I’m not going to hold my breath, but John has informed me that the flooring is going down next Thursday. Finally. Supposedly.
Now that I’ve committed that statement to print, it has to happen. In fact, I’m going to assume an air of Picard-ness for the next few days to ensure the point is clearly driven home: MAKE. IT. SO.
It’s a little-known fact, but when agitated, I can freeze water with a single glance.
When the boxes of oak flooring arrived – back in November as I vaguely recall, we had to do a fair bit of maneuvering to stash it all temporarily until it could be laid. There is 600 square feet of the stuff, stacked three deep and nine high in the addition, with another ten or so boxes ‘hidden’ behind a couch in the bedsitting room (we thought we might be placing too much weight on the subfloor). Like you could hide this stuff in your home. At this point, it’s been here for so long that I’m tempted to just upholster it!
The box instructs you to let the flooring acclimatize for 72 hours before starting to lay it down . . . well, it’s been more than that many days, and this job is officially Past Due. As is my patience.
And don’t you feel bad for the flooring, too? Everyone knows what a drag it can be, waiting to get laid.