There’s a reason you haven’t heard from me for a while.
It’s not because I’ve been under the weather, nor did I pass on to my eternal home. But boy, have I (we) been buried!
Something beautiful now approaches. It’s that glorious light at the end of the tunnel.
In a nutshell it’s this: We have new carpet – in the living room, down the hallway and in three bedrooms. Something we’ve talked about for at least two years has finally come to be. And it is beautiful. Everyone who has walked into our home this past week immediately comments: “Oh, I love the smell of new carpet.”
The first big chore was in the selection. We finally settled on Stainmaster’s Presidio in the hue of Summertime from Lowe’s. It is so squishy and plush that when you walk on it – well I imagine it as a fluffy cloud.
Getting ready for new carpeting is the second biggest chore. The agreement was that the installers would move all the heavy furniture out of the way – and put it back, which they did.
But we carefully packed away all the breakables. The house was full of boxes. Some went to the basement; some were stacked in the family and dining rooms. The kitchen table and chairs were shoved aside so the sofa, love seat and piano could share their space. The floors of closets had to be cleared and the computer/printer, etc., shut down. Yikes! Could we ever get all those wires back to the right places?
Lowe’s carpet installers came from Fargo/Moorhead. Our two very hard workers were Travis and Dustin. They arrived at our front door at 10 a.m. on a Monday morning and drove away at 10:15 p.m. that evening.
They didn’t even stop for a lunch break until 4 p.m. I asked them a couple times if I could make them a cup of coffee or offer them a muffin. Anything? “We’re fine,” they’d say. They did have their bottles of water and did accept ice.
When there was just one room left they asked if we’d mind if they stayed on to complete the job. We absolutely did not mind. Might as well “Git–R–Done!” like Larry the Cable Guy would say.
And so they did.
The third big job is putting everything back in place.
At this point I still have six boxes to unpack. It’s a slow process because I’m pitching’ stuff like you wouldn’t believe. Kind of reminds me of cleaning up and out after the Flood of 1997 and getting rid of stuff you haven’t looked at in years. I called the East Grand Forks Campbell Library yesterday and I’m taking three boxes of books to them.
I’m also leaving many items at a thrift store and before I put all the pretties back in the curio cabinets they are getting a good bath.
It all takes time – so much time – because as I sort, I’m coming across pictures and precious notes from family and friends that need to be read and enjoyed and cried over once again.
With the emptying of each box, that glorious tunnel light shines brighter and clearer.
Like Duck Dynasty’s Phil Robertson would say, “Now we’re cooking with peanut oil.”
Before I sign off, I should mention that while the installers slaved away in my house that day, I sat on the deck and read Phil’s new book, “Happy, Happy, Happy.” It describes exactly how I feel on this beautiful day in June.
The book was a Father’s Day gift to Jim from Troy and Sheri. I highly highly recommend it.
There’s one more thing that makes us “Happy, Happy, Happy.” Jim was cookin’ with peanut oil the day the computer was reinstated in its corner. And come to find out – it works!