I have managed to remove – as in, to the garage! – about 80 per cent or more of the ratty, pin-infested carpet and pad from my sewing room. What a chore. mainly in getting enough stuff out of the room that I could actually get to most of the carpet and remove it. Last night I had to resort to using my dyeing fabric face mask because the carpet dust was making me wheeze. Which is one of many reasons I’m getting rid of it. Did I mention the infestation of pins? yeah. Not pretty. Good bye hand me down carpet that had long ago served it’s purpose.
What’s underneath? The beautiful curly birch floor I remember. I wish they made clear vinyl flooring to lay over such a beautiful floor to protect it.
and I’ve mostly filled the new shelving units. Here’s a photo of what the wire cubicles look like. I now have 10 more of these square units.
I’ve been thinking more and more about the last year as we come up to the anniversary of Sept. 11. What could we possibly do to commemorate such an outrage? What should we do? I am at a loss. My heart still hurts. I still think about those last moments for all the people in the buildings and planes, as well as the families and friends left behind and all the rest of us. All of us. Do the perpetrators really go to bed joyous in the success of their plan? Has it completed some part of their lives? Will more killings complete ours?
