After twenty years in this lovely home, I am still undoing some of the stupid things the last two owners did to it.
I have finally gotten around to measuring (with handy tapered pens) the size of the holes that were drilled in almost every corner of every room, through carpet, floorboards, etc, to take what I guess were the cables to a series of speakers run to every room. It's all I can think they would be for. The wind blows up them, and there is an annoying ring of dirty carpet around each one.
And then, Dear Reader, unless you can think of a better way, I will get a length of dowel slightly fatter than the holes, and sharpen portions of it (wish I had a really fat pencil sharpener but will probably have to use my Swiss Army knife) and bang 'em in. Later, if I ever find the $$$ to replace the carpets, I can do a better job, get the exact size and glue then plane them flush.
It's a plan, Stan. And will be another step towards making this a warmer, dryer home.
One small step for a woman, one even smaller step for humankind.
