The Carl Chronicles
I first saw the house two years ago and it is a knock-out inside, as would be predicted.
But the kitchen?
I shrieked upon first stepping into the circa-1980 horror.
“Carl! How have you lived with this for four years? I would have torn this out during the first month!”
Carl sighed. “Yea, it’s really bad.”
And every time I am in Carl’s house I nag him about the kitchen.
“My eyes! My eyes!”
I like to think that I influenced Carl in finally tackling The Horror because a few weeks ago he tore out the kitchen! But perhaps I had nothing to do with this.
Today, I was at the Cross House working on the niche, while talking with Carl on the phone about our recent trip to St. Joseph. After a while I asked Carl: “What is all that noise?”
“Oh, you can hear that? I am tearing out the carpeting on the servant’s stair.”
Ahhh. I approve.
Under the carpet was near-pristine wood. I am quite jealous.
Gee. My work today was not nearly so exciting.
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