Oh yes, my dears...the carpet is coming up out of the kitchen!!
It started yesterday. Moma and Daddy in the "alcove" or "Granddaddy's Room"--they got it pulled out of there yesterday...and this morning, I ended up being "banished" to my room along with my trusty "air-pod" (a gizmo that kills mold/dust/bacteria in the air) to recover from my croaking, wheezing cough. I've been in and out of my room all day since, but the new air purifier thing Mom got at town this morning has really helped the downstairs.
Anyway...yesterday they got the carpet pulled up in the aforementioned room--to discover water damage and mold on floor and wall. I'm not exactly sure what the plan is on that yet.
To move on, no more carpet has come up today, rather Daddy is working on replacing counter tops and putting in the re-enameled sink. I helped a little bit by carrying out the metal sink and assisting with hauling out the old counter tops. In between sessions in my room and doing odd jobs, I bothered some laundry, ironed out a piece of material, and did a little too much walking in circles. But, I did get the toilet flapper chain replaced... :)
Oh yes...and I even played my guitar for a little while!
But, to return to the opening line...my cough has improved over the course of the day, except when I spend too much time in the kitchen area, then I start hacking again. But such is life. At least my face stopped itching after breakfast!! Sometimes I wonder if I'm going to make my face bleed scratching when it itches like that.
I get the impression my cats might appreciate some supper--though Curio still has food in her dish. Goosey cats. :)