 |
In the morning we visited a waterfront swissy
chalet, pulled its
handbuilt irregular hobbit doors and windows. Rumor has it it's being knocked
down to be replaced by a garage for an adjacent
beachfront modern house being remodeled.
Then we went back up to Fircrest to continue reclaiming the gymnasium floor.
Once all the boards are pulled and roughly sorted by length, two sawhorses
are set up. One guy feeds boards, another runs the
nailkicker, and
the third bundles stacks of 6 with duct tape and carries them out to
the truck.
The nailkicker is
a pneumatic tool which punches nails out of lumber. You slip a metal sleeve
over the pointy protruding end of a nail, hit the trigger and a bolt pounds
the nail out, sending it flying. Definitely a job requiring ear protection
and safety glasses.
These nails imbedded themselves in a moldy gym mat we set up directly below
the work area to minimize ricochet. The denailer generates enough force to
shoot out windows from 20 feet away.
Back at
ReStore,
Henry the new number two shop cat is
getting over his cold, although there's still plenty of eyesnot and some
sneezing. He's put on some weight, though, and is a major lover who will
knead your lap ceaselessly, earning him the nickname biscuit
king. |
|
|
