We have to replace the wall-to-wall carpeting in the upstairs floor of our 1938 house. It is worn out. Wrinkled, falling apart, let alone desperately in need of a cleaning. It was installed by the previous owners of this house whose daughter had the knotty pine room that is my writing studio as her bedroom. We have now been here for seventeen years so the carpet is likely twenty-five years old or more. Beyond its life expectancy according to the rug guys at Linoleum City on SE MLK Boulevard …
More Boxes, Bins, and Piles
I think it’s hitting me tonight—after a spate of days spent socializing and the Arctic air and sun along with the piles steadily growing, day after day, on the edges of the rooms on the first floor of the house—here we go again! I am so longing to be settled, to be home…