An affair to remember
I’m just going to warn you now … I’ve had an epiphany and I feel like waxing poetic about it. It’s marvelous, satisfying and refreshing. Are you ready?
I had my carpet cleaned.
I know. It’s not the most interesting thing to write about. You’ve probably had your carpets cleaned, too. But I’m in a state of euphoria over the state of affairs in my living room. Want to know why? Good. I’ll tell you!
It all began when I started removing furniture from the room. Oh, and toys. And … stuff. The room was empty, or nearly so. And then …
This wonderful man showed up with tools and hoses and cleaners with lovely smells. And while he was scrubbing my stained and soiled carpet into sparkling submission, my entire house was refreshed. I no longer smelled children or the dog or the bacon Farmguy made for breakfast. The rotten banana peel I discovered under the couch lost its potency. The barn boots lined up by the back door ceased to offend my sensibilities.
The entire house smelled good. And when he was finished, so did my carpet. My lovely, creamy, not-so-practical carpet. And after he left, I actually put on socks to walk in the room, because my feet are used to going bare and who knows if they’ll leach dirt into the clean carpet.
I stood in the middle of my empty, sanitized space and marveled. No children. No furniture. No stuff. Just me and the pristine carpet. Do you think I could keep it this way? Keep the room blocked off so I can have one room that is kid-free, dog-free, people-free and clutter-free? A haven to enter when the rest of the world and its debris threatens to overtake me?
Yeah. I guess not.
At least we had that one night together, my room and I … while the carpet dried.