Waiting for Poof!

Tomorrow morning, or, to be exact, later this morning, the nice man with the loud motor and all the hoses and the soap will arrive to clean our carpet.

There is nothing we need more. There is nothing I desire less.

The dining room in my house

The dining room in my house (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Because before the nice man comes, I have to move all the living room furniture into the dining room, which is already filled with a table, chairs, a sideboard stuffed with china, and a stationary bike. Some of the furniture will spill into the kitchen. If I’m not careful, I won’t be able to get to the cabinet for a glass, the sink for water, or the refrigerator for whatever is in there.

Worse yet, before the nice man comes, I have to pick up everything else that is on the floor. The furniture is nothing. I’ll drag three chairs, two tables, and two lamps onto the tile and tell the nice man to work around the piano, the electronics, the couch, and possibly the bookcases, depending on how hard I want to work.

The tables are a bit of a challenge because I have to move their marble tops separately, and marble is heavy. One of the lamps is old, an oil lamp wired for electricity, that I’ve always loved. It’s a challenge, too, because I’m obsessed with its fragility. My mother bought it in Maryland in 1946. We coexisted peacefully for my first forty years, but since I inherited it twenty years ago, I’ve been afraid I would break it. Someday I’ll post a picture of it, but first I have to remove the cobwebs. In case of breakage, I’m counting on cobwebs to hold the shards together.

But, as I said, all those things are really nothing. David will help. He’s home for Columbus’ Day. He might even be looking forward to the experience. He was furloughed–or, as I prefer to call it, shut down–two weeks ago. He doesn’t appear to be growing restive, but cooking breakfast every day is bound to get boring. Variety is a good thing.

The big deal is that I have to pick up all the books and papers previously stacked and now collapsed all around my chair. Books I need to read, books I have read but need to read again, books that were on shelves until I had the impulse to put them where I could reach them. Notebooks of every shape and size and color, a different one for each purpose, and all now multipurpose because I can never find the right one when I need it. Paper paper paper comprising manuscripts of, it seems, everything I’ve ever written. And other stuff. I suspect there’s more other stuff than anything else. I expect to find several items already given up for lost. Especially another pair of socks. They have to be around here somewhere.

Remember the piece Fancy Fairchild posted on the 15 Minutes of Fame blog, about the cloth-covered boxes stacked behind her couch that she’s trying to pass off as an end table? I have some of those too. But without the cloth or the boxes.

So why, you ask, am I writing about getting ready for the carpet cleaner when I should be getting ready.

Denial, that’s why. Just plain denial. If I look at the monitor rather than at the–stuff–it might tippy-toe over to the kitchen all by itself. It might disappear. Vanish. Atomize. Poof!

Stranger things have happened.

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The dining room pictured above is not mine, more’s the pity.

10 thoughts on “Waiting for Poof!

  1. Do note envy you at all! Getting my carpets cleaned is one of the worst jobs ever. Yes, the man comes to do the work but you have to do all the lifting! I cheat now; I went out and bought my own carpet cleaner (with two vomiting cats I thought it necessary) and so now I just have to kind of push things to the side and clean the dirty bits in the middle. And when it is time to get the carpets replaced, I don’t care how much it costs, but I will be hiring someone to come and move the furniture for me!

    • Vomiting cats? Yes, I am familiar with those. Have you tried Simple Green? It’s worked well on our spots. I don’t consider what you do cheating, and hiring someone is the only way to go, no matter what it costs. We could use new carpet, but I’m not sure I can face moving all the china. Thanks for reading and commenting. And good luck with all future carpet (and cat issues).

  2. Good luck with all of that! I’m still considering having our carpets removed to expose the wood floor. But having that refinished is even more daunting than the rug cleaning….

  3. As I write this, maybe your ordeal by soap suds is ended. Now all you and David have to do is push all that stuff back into the living room. Sigh. Science should event self-cleaning carpet.

    • Thanks for your interest. I posted the second installment of the carpet saga a little while ago. I hope part 3 is not worth mentioning.

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