Lollygag.
Okay so we can’t save the carpet. I don’t know why we tried now, but let’s just chalk it up to the thing we Cates have for lost causes and long shots. The house smells like a landfill so the carpet has got to go.
Yuck!
Why I have kept carpet ( silvery blue carpet at that!) in the doggie bedroom for this long is beyond my understanding. I know why…Im-a slow-a!
The story of my life goes like this. My Mom, an Air Force Master Sergeant’s Wife being 9 1/2 months pregnant with me her 6th child, has a flooded basement. Thinking to handle the problem before her weary hubby comes home ( and partly to induce labor…get this kid out of me!!) she dragged a 10×15 foot wet, rolled up carpet up the stairs, and out of the house. Then she sat on the stoop and waited for the labor pains that were sure to come…nothing, nada, nin. Why? Because I take my own sweet time, that’s why! LOL! And when I did finally show up I appeared so fast that my parents barely got to the hospital that was a few blocks away before I tap danced out, Ta-Da!
Throughout childhood, it was the same, a day late and a dollar short with a mad-dash at the end, wherever I went. To a waiting school bus in a flurry of uncombed hair, toothbrush sticking out of one side of my mouth, uniform blouse half buttoned and untucked, miss-matched socks in my hand. Soon I gave up on the socks all together and took my detentions. What was I doing instead of getting ready, reading on the toilet or sleeping late because I was up all night…reading! LOL! Or my mom’s favorite “ Jo quit lollygagging” I am not sure what that means, but if its about staring at an electrical socket and thinking about who decided its suppose to look like that while twirling my hair around my finger, while hearing the bus driver honkin’ then I did that.
I do that.
As an adult I would love to say I have this thing licked…that I walk through my day with serene knowing and not lollygaggity dream digging followed by wild eyed floppy arm running, but we are being truthful, aren’t we? * giggity* When I know my path I walk. When I have no clear vision I stand around scratching my tookus and then run in circles like my hair is fire as the deadline approaches. HOOT! I cross the finish line but its not always pretty. Its like I have only 2 speeds when I don’t know where I am going. Barely Moving and Overdrive. *guffaw!* I would like to develop Cruise Control. Wish me luck I’ll let you know how it worked out when I am 80! LOL!
Anyway, back to the carpet. I am going to try and dry it out a bit more, just so its easier to handle. I cut away a pretty big portion that was just too nasty for words and drug it out of the house. It was so wet and full of reconstituted dust, aka: mud… it left a snail trail ( is this too much info? * wink*) Its stinking up the back yard now, but I know some dogs who are going to pee on it soon. Its always something, right?
Things I know for sure…
Carpet is icky.
It stays dirty once it gets that way.
Dust settles in deep where I can’t get to it.
Steam Cleaning just brings the dirt to the top.
Wet Carpet is heavy. Dang! Bless you Mom!
I cannot make my dogs lay on tile. Not all of them fit on the bed and sofas.
Wood Floor is warmer but not by much.
Maybe with a radiant heating system under the… whoa-no here I go thinking again.
Carpet is soft.
Carpet looks nice after a vacuum.
Dogs like carpet.
*staring at computer screen a long time, butt-scratch*
Edited: March 31st, 2010
