The Steps and My Butt

I’ve been doing this odd job this week instead of working my regular job. I use the word regular job loosely these days as I never know from day to day if I will have a job tomorrow, but I’m optimistic most days. Today and yesterday, I have been stripping, sanding, and staining a set of steps. Fifteen to be exact. I’ve become pretty good at refinishing wood thanks to some trial and error, but mostly, error. They say you are a professional or maybe it’s an expert, after 300 hours of doing a thing or something like that. I guess it would be safe to say that I am now an expert at refinishing wood. My latest project was a set of steps….that had four layers of polyurethane on them. Even the stripper was scared to get too close. Needless to say, I’ve done a lot of sanding the last two days, and I mean, A LOT, but the process has been pretty smooth. I had pretty much everything I needed to do the work and I took my time and things were as good as they could be on the first day. I worked my butt off for the whole day. Well, seven or eight hours, I guess. And everything was fine, perfectly fine, until I got home. And I felt like someone had beaten me nearly to death. I took some aleve and went to sleep. Got up this morning and started all over again. And again, I was fine while I was moving. Now I am laying in my bed. As still as can be, because a lot of things hurt. A lot of things hurt that should not hurt from sanding. My butt hurts. Not the hole, the cheeks. Like they’ve suffered some major workout disaster. And my back hurts and my arms and my elbows from leaning and my knees from kneeling even though I had on knee pads. I’m just sore all over, but it’s a good, productive kind of sore, just like the exhaustion that I am feeling is a good, productive kind of exhaustion. I have another full day and maybe a couple of hour left before the whole job will be done. Hopefully, by the time the  whole thing is finished, my butt will be back to normal.

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