As some of you know I recently fixed an older sander. I began sanding my plywood floors in hope of putting varnish on soon to help keep them clean. I have been living with filthy plywood wood floors accumulating dirt for some years, quite unlike my old self. But I swore I would never have carpet again because of what I found underneath when I removed the carpet, filth. Here shows some pictures of where the sander is laying and I am not.
While sanding I felt an electrical charge go up my arms ending in my head, it felt like a blast went off in my head. My head blown feels like a headache coming on, but I don’t think I’ll have one.
In the next picture you’ll see what could have been a death warrant, but death didn’t win.
I am not so sure I won’t go buy a new sander to finish what I started. I know my plywood floors will look great when I am done, but sanding by hand or a big floor sander isn’t in the cards, nor was the card of death I guess.