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February 7th, 2008

carpet, carpet, carpet, carpet, carpet

This is hell, it reeks of glue, and I am in it. And I have no place to sit.
A bulletin from the front....The carpet guys came to our house today (we were almost ready, with almost 50 boxes filled with much of our worldly treasure, and oh, a princely four hours of sleep on which to operate.) at about 10:40 a.m. They had the wrong underpad, so two of them had to travel from East Rogers Park back to Maywood to get the correct item. In the meantime, Bob, Andy and I had one place to sit: our crowded and tiny dining room. The living room is completely impassable, with all the furniture from our two bedrooms sitting cheek by jowl with living room furniture. We have to stay, to keep an eye on our traumatized cats (one of whom I haven't seen for half a day) and to make sure they move a couple of very, very, very fragile furniture pieces with the requisite care.

So we've sat in one of the four chairs available to us, or tried to sleep on the floor of the dining room, waiting for the bedroom phase of Operation Carpet to be done. Then we can watch them move bedroom furniture back into the bedrooms, and move living room and dining room furniture in there as well, necessitating an unwanted unplugging of the computer.

I've had a nutritious diet of coffee and doughnuts today. Andy's asleep in the most comfortable chair. Bob has escaped to the outdoor (where it's cold, slushy and awful) in an effort to evade the the VOCs in the glue.

We knew this was going to be difficult. And it is, it's ghastly.

Ghastly, ghastly ghastly.

(To be fair,
the carpet looks like it will be wonderful.)

Ghastly, ghastly, ghastly....