So, when I last wrote, I had removed all of the carpets from the second floor. What happens to all of these carpets and carpet pads once they’ve been removed? They get thrown away to rot in a landfill for the next seventeen hundred years. Go Earth!
The reason that I tore out the carpets over the weekend was because the City of Austin was starting curbside pickup of bulk items. I had spent the week before trying to find out if 750 square feet of carpet would be too bulky to be considered for bulk pick-up, and found out that the City of Austin would be happy to swing by and dispose of all of that garbage. Awesome.
Not awesome? Dragging it all to the curb. Here’s the pile of garbage that came out of this fun project (and the living room project):
I sweat a lot. A fun thing I learned? When lugging hundreds of pounds of awkward tubes of carpet thirty feet to the curb, it’s a good idea to wear long sleeves. I was in short sleeves. Here’s what one of my arms looked like afterwards:
That’s either from rough, scratchy undersides of carpeting or some flesh eating thing. I still have forearm skin, so it’s probably a few tens of scratches from the undersides of discarded carpeting.
I have since healed.
Also done during the weekend, with the help of Amanda and her super brain:
There is not one good looking ceiling fan in the entire world. Why is that?
Fun fact from the dismantling of an old and mantling of a new ceiling fan: I had to modify the mounting bracket because it was too big for the electrical box. This thing will come crashing down at some point. how is that not universal? Was it universal when the house was built and they have since changed the universe?
Another fun fact: It took a long time to put up (since I had to modify the mounting bracket and kind of ghetto rig it thereafter) the fan. Once Amanda and I had put it up, I flipped the breakers back on and turned on the fan. Nothing happened. I swore many times over and over. I was preparing to re-wire it when Amanda said, “did you turn the fan itself on?” I had not. I turned it one and miraculously, the fan began to spin.
I gave Amanda a wet smooch. She is a genius.
To wrap it up, yesterday, we got carpets installed. For four hours yesterday afternoon, horrifying ranchero style music of Mexico was echoing throughout the house. My blood pressure rose. I put up with it though, as the folks who were installing the carpet were listening to it. Here are some of the results:
It was also put in the office and Mr. Stotzer’s Bedroom. I hope he enjoys it.
For the observant among you, you may notice the nice paint-less bald spot on the wall in the upper right of that last picture. You can clearly see the outer limits of my reach with a paint roller. It will eventually be painted, I promise.
This might be the last post for a little while, as I am having my ruined right wrist surgically repaired. Or at least worked on.