Milady bought some tile last week. She got tired of the linoleum in the guest bath and wanted to upgrade just a little bit. Luckily, her son (and my stepson) is a floor installer, by trade. Milady corralled him into doing the installation, but he insisted that I do the trim work ('cause he ain't a carpenter). Stepson brought Grandson along as a helper, and to start learning the craft. The boy will probably never be a floor-installer, but it never hurts to learn as many building crafts as you can. You never know when you'll want to tile a floor.
I have one more piece of quarter-round to tack in. It's been painted and it's drying. I'll tack it this afternoon and this job will be done. I think it looks good, and Milady is really pleased with it.
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Even if grandson doesn't learn the craft, I'll bet he will develop a tool vocabulary that will serve him well. I am ever thankful for my father having me do many things that taught me the names of tools, their purpose, and how to use many of them. I tried to do the same for my 3 sons.
When my father was working with tools I was usually out there with him. I learned another "vocabulary". Love ya pawpaw!
Very nice!
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