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August 20th, 2014

carpet bomb

My wife took today off in order to attend the carpet installation. Events called her out of town instead. Beatrice and I coped with the situation like the sturdy dogs we are. I left work early at 4 p.m. to pick up Beatrice. I gave her a short walk in Carpenter Park. We stopped by the dry cleaners to pick up a few dress shirts, where I found my wife had an entire vault of other items to be picked up.

I had a 6 p.m. mandatory and important work call. When we arrived home, three fellows were hard at work on the carpet installation. I took Beatrice for a walk around Glendover Pond, to distract her from the sound of hydraulic carpet bolting equipment. I had had a somewhat elaborate idea thatI could go back to my office for my call, but young Beatrice would not have enjoyed that. So I took my 6 p.m. call on a landline on our back patio. Beatrice sat beside me and did not bark, justifying once more why she is indubitably the best dog in the world.

I am a firm believer in avoiding muzzling the ox when the ox is threshing the corn. So I did not mind when the carpet guys were still there at 7 p.m. I took Beatrice for a walk at Allen Station Park, where rabbits hold her interest. The carpet guys were still at it at 7:30 p.m. One nice fellow lined out for me a plan to work until 8:30 or so.

In the event, two of them worked until 10:15 p.m. I drew a picture of a scarecrow and the Man in the Moon using inkscape. Beatrice barked a bark of righteous indignation at the vacuum cleaner. Then I showed the fellows where to put back things they moved in order to do their work. Now most of the carpet is in. They will finish up tomorrow. Soon this will all be over--or so I imagine. Now to go find a late night meal somewhere.