Under the Rug

Here is some exciting news from snow country: We are getting new rugs! Oh, I mean carpets, in the loft where C. E. (Cedric) Brooks and his carpenters used to practice their craft. I just pulled up the old rugs, the ones we put down in '86. (It saved me 75 dollars. I'm cheap, as you all know.) This is what the floor underneath looks like. I had forgotten. There is a mouse hole. There are nails, screws, tacks and other such artifacts hanging loose betwixt the floorboards. There are shards of glass. Maybe from beer bottles and an occasional shot of brown, although those guys probably didn’t drink much on the job. A lot of good work was done up here by local craftsmen. Cedric was considered the best around. Lobsta boats, cabinets, windows, furniture. He did it all. It’s a museum of sorts. A lot of paint was spilt. Some blood too, I imagine. Now it’s a bedroom, built in large part by the equally talented Jace "Lotsa Big Nails" Ericson. WB II was conceived here and has slept here and in the adjacent room his whole life. Sara and Maia slept up here too, for many years. Soon Sara and Dave will complete the circle when they move in with young Harper Louise. I am excited and can’t wait to hold my granddaughter. Mary just went out to B.C. today for a visit. She’ll get to hold the little rascal first. That’s OK. Wait till she sees her new room. Too bad she won’t be able to see what’s under the rug. Wait, she will. I'll frame these pics and hang 'em on the wall.