Friday, November 24, 2006

Why didn't we just go to the mall like everybody else?

All I can figure is that I was still on a pumpkin-pie high. Why else would I have thought it was a good idea for my hunk o' burnin' love and our Number One Son to rip up the carpet in my office the Saturday after Thanksgiving? Yes, I was tired of the carpet and wanted to expose this room's original oak floor, but this job should have waited until after the holidays.

We now know why the previous owners of this house chose to carpet this room ten years ago. The 55-year-old floor is badly scratched and has some water damage, so instead of a light sanding and a quick coat or two of whatever it is that they put on wood floors (I leave such things to my husband, the architect), we are looking at Major Work.

What was I thinking?

All of the stuff that makes this room so cozy--my glass-front bookcase and my slipcovered wing-back chair and my little table that holds books and a couple of favorite china dishes and an African violet--has been moved to the living room and my husband won't let me have any of it back because he'd just have to move everything again when the floor guys come. So I'm making do, sort of, with a rug and my writing desk and chair. In this photo, you can see my printer sitting on the floor.

It's not easy to work in here now. I can't even mutter to myself without making ugly echoes in this bare room.

Since I was already feeling sorry for myself this morning, I figured I had nothing to lose by sampling some Vogon poetry, which is said to be the third worst in the galaxy. I just cruised over to the BBC's Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy site, answered about a dozen questions, and scored this personalized Vogon poem:

See, see the snirly sky.
Marvel at its big baby-mess yellow depths.
Tell me, Brenda Coulter, do you
Wonder why the dead aardvark ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel bleary?
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your bulliferous facial growth
That looks like
A sick rat.
What's more, it knows
Your fark potting shed
Smells of lima beans.
Everything under the big snirly sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm incontinent elephants.

That's pretty bad, but not excruciatingly awful, I don't think. It's nowhere near as ugly as my floor.

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Amy A. said...

But it will be so beautiful when it comes back to life. It will be worth the wait.

Julie Carobini said...

From one who just completed several re-do projects all at the same time I offer sympathy. May your time spent in makeshift quarters be fruitful--and your husband the architect work quickly!

Brenda Coulter said...

Here it is Thursday already, and we haven't even called the floor refinishing people. I'm still wondering why we did this at such a busy time of year.