Carpetbaggers

Each week we cut parts of it up into little pieces to hide in the trash. Yesterday we cut other parts into little pieces to take to K’s mom’s farm for burning. We feel like some sort of criminal - you can imagine the kind I mean - trying to camouflage the waste from trash collectors so they’ll take it away; they would not touch it whole, no not this dead stinky beast:

These are the lengths we must go through in the process of taking up the carpet (including removing baseboards) and redoing the wood floors beneath. I suppose we should really find the city dump as we have other artifacts from remodeling projects that need to find a resting place other than our garage and back patio, which at times I feared was approaching a redneck trailer yard in appearance. All this trouble has been worth the effort K has expended since we now have gleaming wood floors in a few of our rooms and the old musty stink that pervaded the house is gone:

Our attempts to hide the remodeling waste remind me of another time we had to sneak around in order to get a job done. The condo I have in Minneapolis has rules about moving in large things; you must schedule a time to move them and if you move them outside of this time you are subject to a fine if someone reports you. Well, we were not able to move the mattress in the allotted time, so we ended up moving it in at 2:00 AM or so, just so we would not be found out.

I wanted to title this post something different, but caved into the fear that web-monitoring feds might wrongly accuse us of something or that some bad element might find us from a Google search. If you are smart, you can imagine what the title might have been. As for carpetbaggers, well its obvious that we bag carpet, but as a bonus, we are northernes who moved to the south. Granted, we did not do so in the actual carpetbagger era nor are we republicans, but still....

As an aside, I am ashamed to say that K used to be a card-carrying elephant; I am glad he turned into an ass somewhere along the way.