File this one under “Funeral Parlor Living”.
A building of this age is bound to have a ew quirks. One of the biggies is how the building has been added to over time, and the floors are anything but level.
To that end, I’ve made a modest investment in cedar shims. One day, while sitting at my desk, I spilled a cup of coffee and it all rolled right off the end of the desk and into my lap. It was a “yay” moment of sorts because none of my equipment was ruined. My crotch, though, sustained some rather nasty hot coffee burns.
Enter: SHIMS!
The unevenness is quite dramatic over such a short area from one side of the table to the other:
When it comes to cleaning and moving things around, shims have become as essential as a clean dusting cloth.