Well, okay, it’s not the mat; it’s the floor – the one with the new water-based polyurethane. Some strange things are happening around the edges in the appliance part of the kitchen. Things such as turning white and/or being very, very dry. Things such as  . . . GASP . . . peeling. That means I will be down on the floor with the sander again going around those edges. ACK. Yes, I know, that’s a three- letter word in a four-letter situation. I guess this is one of those times when you know you are just going to have to “do it again” and you are beyond four-letter words and up to those with five letters such as “shucks.” Oh, crap, that’s six letters . . . and crap is four, after all.

I suppose it comes down to a long sigh. Listen for it . . . hear it in the wind? That was me. Probably the worse part is the response of those around me when I refer to starting up the ole sander again.

But I didn’t start yesterday. No, yesterday we had one of our impromptu parties – ice in the cooler on the porch, little lantern lights, DVD playing. We watched Talladega Nights and The Pink Panther. Hey, it was raining outside. And we had chips and dip.

Oh, look . . . It’s rainy outside this morning. Maybe I should just keep partying. Or call together a committee to suggest approaches to the floor situation. Yeah, we can meet on the porch with chips and dip and ice and drinks.