Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Old Carpet: I Have Stories to Tell
I can remember when the Morgans purchased me. They decided that a cream colored carpet was just what they needed to lighten up the family room. It seemed like a good idea because the "children" were teen-agers and wouldn't be as destructive. HA!
This spot is over 10 years old---it has been professionally cleaned many times and keeps coming back---that's what happens when a pitcher of orange juice spills on carpet and Mom isn't home to clean it up. Even the puppy they bought when I was still new made messes that could be cleaned up.
Several years ago, the Morgans put in a ceramic tile floor on top of the old floor. This made the transition from me to the tile a little hazardous. Lately, the strip had to be duct-taped down because the nails no longer held the strip in place. The blue mark was made by Leah a few months ago when Eli's applesauce was leaking in her dumped backpack.
Lately, Mom has been pretty destructive. First, she ground in a chocolate chip.
Then, Mom and Dad had a little "routine" worthy of any slap-stick comedy. Let's just say it involved spilled coffee and Mom falling over backwards in her rocker---of course SHE wasn't hurt---just me with another stain!
Since Dad has retired, he's spent a lot of time in recliners in this spot. He hasn't quite worn a spot in the carpet, but I'm definitely feeling worn out!
OMG---I feel I fell so. . . .dirty!
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Between Two Worlds
Most of my life, I've considered it fortunate that I was just ahead of the Baby-boom. Generally, the Baby-boomers were born between 1946 and 1964 after the fathers returned from World War II. It was a huge population explosion that has reverberated through American society.
This blog will be part history, part memories, part reflections of a retired teacher, but active "Senior". I have always felt like I straddled two generations forming a bridge. Sometimes I think like a baby-boomer, but sometimes I'm locked into my parents' Depression era thinking. I'm a dichotomy of two eras. But, I'm always ready to try something new---so here I am dipping my toes in the water of Blogworld.
This blog will be part history, part memories, part reflections of a retired teacher, but active "Senior". I have always felt like I straddled two generations forming a bridge. Sometimes I think like a baby-boomer, but sometimes I'm locked into my parents' Depression era thinking. I'm a dichotomy of two eras. But, I'm always ready to try something new---so here I am dipping my toes in the water of Blogworld.
2 comments:
so funny... you forgot the most important story... the carpet getting installed while we were on vacation and when we got back we didn't have anything for dinner, so we had carry-out Mc Donalds. Afterwards we went to the grocery store and when we returned Griffin had snuck into the trash and dragged out the McDonalds bags - half-squeezed ketchup packets and all! That started that carpet's demise only days after it being installed!
that is disgusting.
i don't think STAINS is a good topic of discussion or good blog material. i'm afraid i might have to "flag" you for inappropriate blog content.
i'm grossed out... and need a shower.
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