We cleaned the music room, took up the green, yardsale rag rug that has lain there for perhaps five years. Six? Got it for $20, maybe less, we remember it differently. Vacuumed it, and around it, and considered shifting floor coverings about. Still not settled. But I made the executive decision that I knew Dylan would not like, to try it in the dining room. Not forever, but as an experiment.
He sort of likes it now, although we may replace it later.
Shallot sprouting.
Moby's stairway to his waterkettle.
The grey rug is for taking the piss.
Getting the balance between the beauty of wood floors and the warmth of rugs, echoes and dust and catfur everywhere, the cost of decent rugs, and Moby's propensity for using non-wool ones as urinals, is tricky. We are looking at vinyl floorcloths, which are reasonable in the smaller sizes, but get prohibitive as they get larger.
At any rate, much of the dustfur is now discarded.
Moving very slowly this morning. In no hurry to end my break.
4 comments:
No rush! Steady and relaxed does it xx
Keep on taking it slow and easy. Best way to go, methinks!
(I am charmed and filled with loving warmth to see the measures you take to comfort Moby in his dotage. His stairway is quite lovely as well.)
gz,
Until I got to work today, of course. At least it was a slow day.
Crow,
Well, we love him, and try to do our best for him. He's been a good friend to us all these years.
(o) to Moby. Your home looks very homey.
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