Sunday afternoon, I rented an edging sander and worked my way around the porch.
Using an edger is like wrestling a greased pig while trying to thread a needle. One must be very careful with the machine, as it will take off a quarter-inch of wood in only a few seconds. My forearms, knees, and lower back sound like the audience of the Jerry Springer Show this morning.
Returning the sander last evening, I lucked into a clearance sale on 1″x6″x10′ board—something I’ve never seen before—and bought all of the baseboard wood for half the normal price. I think I may be going back today to get more for the den.