random thoughts – Day 1,260 – (Tuesday) – waiting and wondering

The new bathroom runner was due to deliver today, but this morning, the tracking just said “delivering today,” leaving me to wonder when today that might be. The details showed it originating in Northborough, MA and traveling to Nashua, NH.

Throughout the workday, while hunting down print specs, preparing quote requests, juggling things, and checking things, I was also wondering when the new rug would arrive.

After work, the delivery had been assigned a time of 6:30 to 9:15. The bathroom floor was swept and washed. The previous runner, that I don’t really like, was bought because it was cheap and in a pattern that wouldn’t show doggy grub. It was chosen more to help keep the dogs from wiping out on the tile floor than to be any sort of décor statement.

New bathroom rug.

The concern was that anything nice and new would likely be destroyed with various doggy output, much like the dining room and kitchen rugs with the refreshing lingering undertones of  perma-pee.

Despite my vigilance, I didn’t hear when the rug delivered. It had been on the side deck for a half hour before I conducted another periodic check looking for it. 

But now it’s here, unwrapped from its protective plastic sheath and arranged on the white and light gray tile floor with the grout that used to be pale gray but now sports three different shades of gray. Tomorrow, the fresh, new white duct vent grate should arrive to replace the one that is tan and rusty and cruddy looking in the bathroom and a new tan one will be installed in the kitchen.

With no pups to tend to, there is time to focus on the house while also wondering how long I’ll want to even keep it. Nothing in the house had been changed for the two years of Winston's vision loss and now I just want to change everything. 

One reason for having a house with a yard was so the dogs had space. Suddenly an apartment with a manager to take care of things is feeling mighty appealing. But, really, do I want to move anytime soon? And is moving a practical option to escape mowing the yard? I wonder ....