The thing I’ve learned, that has really been brought home to me in my first few days of adult dog ownership, is that no matter where you are, so long as it’s somewhere in the outdoors, any lovely patch of green where you might sun yourself, any shady glen ripe for napping, has been repeatedly, relentlessly pissed and shat upon by all of nature’s filthy little creatures.
There’s carpet in our bedroom here in the new house.
It’s in just a couple of places - our bedroom, the studio just off the bedroom, and the upstairs room the kid and I share for comic books and general shenanigans that she has dubbed, appropriately to my mind, The Lair - which, to me, is perfect. The rest of the house is hardwood (okay, the basement is vinyl and cement, but it has a bar and a pool table, so we’ll let it live), which looks wonderful, and is easy to care for. It’s the best of both worlds, really.
There’s a couple of great things about the carpet in the bedroom. I like the feel of carpet on my feet when I first get out of bed in the morning. I like how it can make a room, especially a bedroom, feel like a safe, warm cocoon. In our condo, which was all wood floors, the bed would slide around. I’d never thought about that as an unfortunate side effect of wood floors, but with the way our headboard was configured, the corners actually dug into the wall. We had to pull it away from the wall when we were showing the place, because we’d fixed the damage and couldn’t risk it happening again. The point being, that now it’s in a room with carpet, the bed can rest right against the wall and not be in danger of doing any damage. It’s super stable. Won’t move a bit.
Which is a long way of saying that the cat vomited under the bed this morning, and I need to move the bed to get the little carpet cleaner vacuum to the spot where she puked, but as I said before, SUPER STABLE, so now I’m considering buying a chainsaw.
The ten year old’s story was that she wanted some swim goggles for when they went to the pool at camp, but I’m pretty sure it was just an elaborate ruse for her to maniacally snicker at the name of the store watermarked on the receipt.