I wanted to see them all together, the way you might want to see your appendix after it's been removed. With a rusty spoon.
Below is some of the flooring I salvaged by removing said nails:
We ripped this flooring out of the area that is becoming, with excruciating slowness, our bathrooms. In the interests of keeping material out of landfills, and saving a little money, we decided to try to salvage it for use in the new closet and maybe the downstairs hallway. I posted on Brownstoner asking for advice on how to do such a thing. The response I got: er, why would you do that? The answer: I'm stubborn as hell. You remember the Passover seder we had with 24 people on good china with no kitchen three days after we bought the house? Right. So salvaging a floor should really be no problem.We're a little stalled, because we can't hang the rest of the sheetrock until we have a plumbing inspection. And nothing else can happen until the sheetrock is hung. The plumbing inspection will happen on Tuesday afternoon. In the meantime, I AM GOING TO LOSE MY MIND IF WE DON'T FINISH SOMETHING. So I have set my sights on the walk-in closet. There is no plumbing in the walk-in closet. The sheetrock is hung. I have taped and plastered it. And today, I'm going to install the goddamn floor that I pounded the goddamn nails out of for two days, and then I am going to get down on my knees with an orbital sander, refinish it, and slap a coat of goddamn poly down. And the closet will be FINISHED. Thereby preventing my head from exploding. I will sit down in my finished closet with a nice shot of whiskey, and I will drink a hearty toast to my patron saint, Sisyphus.
