Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Life Under A Rock Wrapped in my Raspberry Scarf

Lucky you, those of you who have been living under a rock.  Your quiet domicile has protected you from the barrage of pings emitted from the electro universe.  You are peacefully unaware of Ebola hysteria, Isis madness, and  the child predator, Enterovirus D68, just to name a few.
I’m seriously considering finding my own rock.  Or, perhaps John Denver’s Rocky Mountain high would provide a nice respite.

In other news from my own little corner of the “world is going to hell in a hand basket”, I’ve fallen behind in my “Beginning Writer’s Workshop”.   I have no excuse, but laziness.

Today, I woke up so darn early.  5:00 this morning.  I tried to force myself to stay in bed, close my eyes and go back to sleep.  Couldn’t do it.   It’s a Tuesday thing.  I have bowling in the morning and bereavement group in the afternoon.  Maybe I should go Under a Rock house hunting instead.

A few months ago our refrigerator leaked and puddled onto our beautiful Brazilian cherry hardwood kitchen floor.  We had the floor installed throughout the house about six years ago.  At the time of the install, the floor people suggested that we buy an extra box of wood,  just in case we needed a repair.
The leak has caused the boards around the fridge to buckle and blacken.
Last week, we called Dennis. He owns the store that we bought the floor from. He sent Louie over to assess the damage.   I thought they would be able to rip out the problem and replace the bad boards with the spares we have in the garage.
Louie came in, looked and shook his head.  Not the smiley “everything is going to be all right” up and down shake.  Rather,  it was the foreboding “tsk, tsk, we’ve done all we can, there is no cure” side to side shake.
Our house has that open floor plan.  So the living room flows into the kitchen which flows into the dining room which flows back into the living room, which flows into the foyer and down the hallway.
“The best we can do,” said Louie,“is take out the kitchen floor, replace it with new boards.”
“Then we install molding at the living room and dining room entrances where the old floor meets the new floor,” he said.
“Of course, that is if we can even get that same wood,” he said.
“And even if they still manufacture that same exact floor, the dye lot probably won’t match, “ he added.
I shook my head up and down.  Not the “I’m so glad you’re telling me this” shake.  Rather, it was the “numb, I’m putting my fingers in my ears and saying la, la, la, I can’t hear you” shake.

An Under a Rock house probably doesn’t have Brazilian cherry hardwood floors or leaky refrigerators, for that matter.

By the way, instead of working on assignment #4 of my Beginning Writer’s Workshop,  “Try Out Different Points of View”, I was doing this:

Feather and Fan Scarf
Valley Yarns Northampton Raspberry Heather
 The pattern is a free Ravelry download by Rae Blackledge.  It can be found here.

14 comments:

  1. Love the scarf. Not the refrigerator damage. I'm so sorry. I hope you're able to get everything fixed.

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    1. Thanks, Liz. The floor will be an ongoing project, I’m sure.

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  2. I once wrote a "I want to live in a cave" post. Write on the walls...nice and cool.

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    1. Isn’t “Living in a Cave” around the corner from “Living Under a Rock?”

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  3. Oh I am sorry! What a pain. Your floors are beautiful. I know that's not what you hoped to hear from the floor guy.

    Think I took the same workshop. Are you doing it online? I didn't finish. I'm too much of a slacker to keep up with something where no one is holding me accountable.

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    1. We are shopping around now for a new floor. I’m thinking about tiling the kitchen.
      The writing workshop is an online course. I am learning a few tips. Not sure I’ll make it to the final exam though.

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  4. I like your scarf, such a pretty color! Sorry about the water damage with the floors. Always one thing or another, isn't it?

    betty

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    1. The scarf turned out nice. Now, I’m making a matching hat. The floor is probably going to turn into a major project. It’ll keep us busy, for sure.

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  5. Beautiful scarf.....egads to the floor issues. What have you decided to do?

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    1. Thanks. I kind of like the scarf myself.
      We are still trying to decide which way to go with the floor. Homeowner’s insurance is now involved.

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  6. We have wood floors (not laminate) in our kitchen as well. Not Brazilian cherry. I forget what type.

    I would hate that to happen on my floors. We've had the dishwasher leak but nothing major. I hope it all works out

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  7. I think it will work out. I am a little concerned that the same thing could happen again, which is why I was considering ceramic tile. We’ll see.

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  8. Hello there. Just stopping by to congratulate you on completing the A-Z Challenge!
    In reading your "About Me" section, I noticed you are dealing with the loss of your son. Please accept my condolences. I have absolute hope and confidence in the resurrection and as a result, I find the scriptures at Acts 24:15 and Revelation 21:3-5 especially comforting. Wishing you all the best. Visiting from the A-Z Road Trip.

    Entrepreneurial Goddess

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  9. Well, if you are going to replace the floor anyway, why don't you try this under the refrigerator out of sight. Just clean the floor really well and apply a coat of tung oil with a lint-free cloth. Let it dry and see what you think.

    The damage doesn't look so bad in the picture,

    I live in a 100-year old house with oak floors. When we moved in, the finish was dull, damaged and generally not so pretty. As a first attempt at dressing them up, I did this and liked the results so much, I left them that way.

    I mentioned this at the local floor store and they told me you can't do that. Well, I did and eight years later, it still looks great.

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