November 6, 2021
It was a great idea at the time. While hub and I spent a couple of weeks grand sitting out of town, a group of workers would descend on our house for long-awaited, much-needed, too-long put-off overhauls.
It succeeded, sort of.
Before the workers could begin, I had to declutter and empty the rooms to be refurbished. Pictures off walls, books and knickknacks taken off shelves. I forgot how much work is involved in what seems a simple if time-consuming task. It was not simple. What to keep? What to give away? Boxes of treasures accumulated over the years landed in the family room, covering more than half the floor space. Only furniture remained, some pieces to be carried out of the house and carted off to places unknown, strong young men doing the heavy work.
Hub and I traipsed to a warehouse to choose a new floor to replace the carpet currently on stairs, in two bedrooms, and a hallway. I am embarrassed to date the carpet. Suffice to say it preceded our arrival by…decades. The two of us live on the first floor, the second reserved for visiting family and friends. Old carpet ssatisfied guests until I could no longer look at or walk on the stuff.
Selecting a floor shouldn’t be a big deal, or so we thought. We were not picky, had a general idea of what we wanted, and were flexible.
We didn’t realize covid would interfere.
Our first, second, and third choices were unavailable until an unknown future date. The amiable customer service representative explained factories were not operating, had recently begun operations after being closed for months, and/or were back-ordered.
Our number one pick would be available, maybe, in January. The factory was scheduled to begin producing our #2 choice shortly – whatever that meant – and our order delivered in December, probably, if production proceeded smoothly.
We rolled our eyes. December, January – possibly, maybe. Finally we asked, “What do you have in stock?” And selected a floor currently in the warehouse.
Back at our house, the construction men (yes, all men) arrived as scheduled. We reviewed the work with the contractor and left town.
Two weeks later we returned to a new floor, fresh paint, and a huge mess.
The workers cleaned up their debris and tools but left behind layers of dust, almost-empty bedrooms, and overflowing boxes. No helpful gremlins magically appeared to unpack, sort, clean, and find homes for my things.
So I spend hours going through boxes. I load my car with bags for charity…throw things in the garbage…and return treasured items to clean space on my ‘new’ second floor.
My bones ache, my eyes glaze over, and my back refuses to straighten as I stand up after sitting on the floor poring through cartons. BUT…it will be worth it when completed.
Alas, I have no idea when that might be.