I hear you on the “old house humor”—mine’s got more quirks than a sitcom cast. I swear, every time I think I’ve got a wall figured out, it throws me a new curve. I used to obsess over getting everything laser-level, but honestly, after the third or fourth shim, you just start embracing the character. Scribing with a pencil stub and a chunk of cardboard? Been there. Sometimes the “right” tool is just whatever’s within arm’s reach.
I’ll admit, though, I’m not a big fan of caulk as a cure-all. It’s great for hiding sins, but I’ve seen too many jobs where it turns into a lumpy mess down the line. I’d rather fuss with a filler strip or even just leave a tiny shadow line—gives it that “lived-in” look, you know? But hey, if caulk gets you through the day and keeps your sanity intact, who am I to judge. Old houses are all about compromise anyway.
