Not getting rid of stuff is the story of my life. It builds up. In my office, out in the shed, downstairs in the house. It should have gone years ago. Maybe even decades. And finally, we did something about it.
The first was the large wall to wall orange carpet – and underpadding – that’s been in what is really the main living room. Forty years old, and then some. It’s tried to keep up with the times, wrinkled as it is in some places, but I think it is tired of hanging around anyway.
“My God, have you still got that carpet?” exclaimed a visitor I hadn’t seen for some time. “Hasn’t anyone put you straight that it stinks of old age, dog pee and poop, spilled wine and booze over the years. Surely Rosanne has been murmuring that it’s gotta go.”
She finally put her foot – both feet – down last Friday, telling me a handyman with good credentials was coming Tuesday to rip it out. He will put that type of flooring where the pieces make a tight seal. Laminate? That’s the name I’m looking for.
We needed only to remove everything on the floor or in cabinets. We had cases, those old types with the rounded tops, full of my late father’s letters and sermons from long ago. One contained stuff all wrapped in paper and tied neatly with string.
I opened them first, unwrapping each piece to find uniforms from the GGHGs, the Governor General Horse Guards, clothing that I’m sure went back to the First World War. He was in both, getting shot at Vimy Ridge The trunk contained his spats, riding britches, spurs. Etc.
The heavy great coat was, I’m sure, was from the second world war where he was a chaplin. Being a clergyman/major with, the Canadian Second Division.
The trunk also came with an otter cap in perfect condition, along with a beret, among other things.
All this, to say nothing of cupboard full of glasses and plates, a full set of Wedgewood china, passed along to me when my mother died, because no one else wanted it.
Author’s Comment: This should read Author’s dilemma, having to chose what to keep, what to pass along to anyone who might be interested, and unhappily, what to discard.
The floor is done, giving new breath to the original greyish barnwood walls; the large brick fireplace fashioned after what you would have found in large kitchens of a bygone era. Finishing up will surely take us into the next century.