The carpet has been laid. No, that’s not a euphemism; it’s a fact, Jack. For my final evening session, I lay my stomach on it, chin resting on my elbows, feeling the night-and-day difference from barren and rugged floor to soft and comfy.
The master bathroom and the half bath remain mirrorless, and the kitchen is stove-, refrigerator-, and mini fridge-less, but besides that, the house is a nose hair away from completion.
With no screen or windowsill free of sawdust and drywall dust, hearing Greg say he’d have a cleaning crew make the place spotless was music to my ears.
On a narrow spiral notebook with the front cover reading “Wahhh wahhh wahhh,” Greg flipped to a blank page. During the twenty-minute walkthrough, he’d pick it up as if to write a to-do note, then think better of it. He told me a story that, even after I said, “Oh yes, you told me this,” he told me again. He hates the hot weather here, and whereas it was 8 pounds he’d lost a couple of weeks ago, he’s now up to ten.
Besides being a contractor, he works at Cherokee Brick and designed their showroom. I could go on about him but speaking of brick, there’s a lot of it here in the South. Our stairs and the skirt of our house are brick, but often, entire homes are brick. Why hadn’t I put two and two together that the red clay dirt I’m constantly walking on and dodging fire ant holes in is the reason for all the brick? The abundant resources of a place are likely to be what people most utilize. Duh!
Now that the carpet is down, a new door opens: choosing a couch color. Dave and I had preferred the darkest swatch, but now that the carpet’s in and we see the three fabric options next to it, we’re thinking one of the whiter ones. The lady at Crate and Barrel assured me the “performance fabric” is easy to un-stain, along with a testimonial that she’s cleaned all sorts of things out of her nine-year-old sectional, including that darn Georgia red clay.
Before I skedaddle, I’ll leave a picture of the fabric choices so you can play along at home.
That’s it for now. Take care, and I’ll see you here tomorrow.
Love,
Jaclynn
Going On 40 