Lessons Learned…

I postponed getting new carpet for almost three years because more interesting projects kept capturing my attention.  Carpeting, while nice, does not excite me all that much.  I can think of so many other ways to spend money on home improvement.   But Mike kept on me about the carpeting and I finally had to acknowledge that the carpet had seen better days and needed to be replaced.

New carpet is set to be installed tomorrow.  Because I was already not thrilled about spending money on carpet, I tried to cut down on expenses where I could.  I told the installation folks that we would move our furniture and other items ourselves and we would tear up and dispose of the old carpet.  And when I said we I meant Mike.  Unfortunately, Mike interpreted we differently and insisted on more of a collaborative effort.  It has turned out to be more of a 70-30 split.  I move all the little stuff within my capability level and Mike does everything else.  And that is what I have spent my day on today – my 30%.

I was clipping right along until  I got to my closet.  Thankfully I only had to remove things on the floor, buy ay caramba that ended up being no easy feat.  On my closet floor, in addition to my shoe storage shelf that holds 18 pairs of shoes I had a whole slew of other shoes.  In addition to my shelf (which Mike was able to move with the shoes in it), I had four overflowing bags of shoes and boots.  And I am not talking simple little grocery bags folks – I am talking the supersized Sam’s club reusable grocery bags.  After loading the first two bags I started saying to myself with every shoe that went in the bag – I have too many shoes.

The real kicker though is that the shoes on my closet floor only comprise about half my shoes.  The remainder of them are in shoe boxes stacked to the top of my closet all the way across the length of my closet.  Let’s say it together shall we  – I HAVE TOO MANY SHOES.

As I type this, Mike is still working on his 70%.  I regret not paying to have the carpet folks tear out the old carpet.  It is proving to be more work than I thought and Mike stopped enjoying the carpet removal process about an hour after it started.  I can’t help but think that had I sold a dozen or so pairs of my shoes I could have paid for the removal and then some and thereby saved Mike all that time and effort.

Some lessons are learned the hard way.  Never again will I try and cheap out of having the installers do the carpet removal and never again will I own the number of shoes I own today.  Tomorrow a shoe purge is going down.  Maybe I can even sell some of the purged pairs to buy Mike something nice for his carpet tear out efforts – that seems apropos.

Day one thousand five hundred and thirty-five of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C

1 Response

  1. tim haering

    I read the carpet columns out of order. SO Mike’s idea was carpet. I tore out the carpet before we did our wood floors, so much tack strip and glued padding that won’t come up. It is an ordeal. WTG, Mike!

    OH: the parts compose the whole, the whole comprises the parts. The shoes on your closet floor only compose about half your shoes. compose and comprise have grown interchangable with age.

    Admiral Halsey notified me he had to have a berth or he couldn’t get to sleep. Hands across the water! Hands across the sky!

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