Ever since I dumped that cup of coffee (with cream) on my dining room rug, I’ve been thinking it’s time for a new rug. I don’t think that curdled-cream smell will ever entirely dissipate. The more I look at it, the more I wonder why I got that rug in the first place — it doesn’t match anything else. My curtains have a dark green background with lighter green leaves and dusty rose-fading-to-beige flowers. The dining room chairs are the same colors in a small pattern. Why I thought a black and burgundy rug would work, I have no idea. Perhaps because it reminded me of a rug at home when I was growing up. In any case, I find myself looking askance at that rug and wishing for something lighter and prettier. Last week’s paper had a full-page Macy’s ad touting “Huge Rug Sale! 60% off! Come and bring your measurements, fabric swatches and designs.” Hmmm…… Read More »
The hazards of coffee
“Robin, do you have a leak in your roof?” Susie had come by to collect me for lunch and was staring at my dining room ceiling. “No, not that I know of. Why?” Silently she pointed upward. There on the ceiling were a couple of dozen dark spots of various sizes. We have been having some rain lately and I suppose it’s possible but surely I would have noticed. I stared for a minute. “Oh, I know,” I said. “I spilled coffee yesterday.” “You spilled coffee on the ceiling?” “Apparently so.” Drat. How am I going to get that off of there? “I spent all morning on my hands-and-knees scrubbing the kitchen floor, but I never thought about the ceiling.” We both stared some more. “Just tell me how you did it.” I sighed, remembering. “You know how you reach for something when you’re really not looking and mis-judge it?” Susie nodded.… Read More »
