how one little thing will lead to a progression of things.
I was in the kitchen this morning and took a good look at the rug in front of the door to the garage. Charming. Not. So I picked it up, along with the rug in front of the dining room slider and our bathroom rug, and flung them into my washer. (By the way, I don't think I've mentioned how much I love my new washer and dryer. I do!!!!) Later, I put them in the dryer, and even later, I went back down and took them out. Uh oh. That backing stuff had disintegrated and the inside of my dryer looked like the Sahara Desert.
Ponder, ponder. Stuff must come out. I'm not about to ruin my wonderful new dryer with latex crumbs. How to get it out? Ponder some more. Ah ha! The vacuum. Hauled it downstairs, hooked up the hose and the crevice tool, and it worked. The crevice tool even fit into the space where the lint filter fits, so I was able to get that area clean, too.
Well, since the vacuum was out, why not do the basement. Check. Hauled it back upstairs, and thought, what better time? Check. Ooooo, where did those spots on the carpet come from??? Hmm, damp rag, some elbow grease, and voila--no spots!
What an incredibly good girl I have been today.
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LOL great post Chris, you have indeed been a good girl! If you were next door I'd bring you a piece of blackberry pie!
ReplyDeleteYes, you were good! So now do you get new rugs? Did they all come apart? I've discovered those rugs are only good for so long.
ReplyDeleteI think if somebody brought me a piece of pie every time I was good (in other words, cleaned the house) then I think I might be good all the time.
Kathy, yes I'll get new rugs. Dan was off helping Pastor put the trusses up on his new shop. When he got home and I told him the story, he said to go get new ones. They didn't come all apart, just lost lots of the backing. Ugh. What a mess. I'll use them until they're dirty again and then just throw them away. I'll start looking, but in the summer I don't mind bare floors anyway. They seem cooler.
ReplyDeleteYes, what I wouldn't give for a piece of CJ's blackberry pie! She posted a picture of it and it looks wonderful. I would love to grow blackberries. I wonder if they'd grow up here?
Blackberries grow everywhere, I think. They abound in Lewiston -- on the levee, on the path at Modie Park (my old neighborhood), on the river banks. In fact (yes, you put a nickel in me), a couple of years ago I researched blackberries. I wanted to plant some here, but they can be horribly invasive.
ReplyDeleteMy grandmother Ina spoke of Himalayan jam in one of her letters, and I think that's blackberries. I know there aren't any on the farm property, so two summers ago Mike and I hiked in Little Canyon to see if we could find some. We did, but due to the shade of the trees, they don't bear.
I'll bet your resident doc knows something about all this . . .
Kathy, who is putting off distasteful cleaning of cabinets . . .
Cabinets. I should do the same. I'm good with the inside (sorting, organizing), it's the outsides that I somehow overlook.
ReplyDeleteHmm, I'll have to check with Dan and see what he thinks. Thanks for the info! A nickel well spent!! :-)