Note to self: Next time you decide to cover terrazzo with carpet tiles, wear some kneepads.
Discomfort aside, I had a pretty satisfying day. I spent most of it scraping all the carpet glue off the floor in Unit Four and putting down new carpet. A friend’s mom, who is very knowledgeable about such matters, suggested I use carpet tiles instead of roll carpeting, as it’s easier to handle and can be replaced in sections if it gets stained or damaged.
I took her advice and found some decent-looking berber designed for commercial use. It’s not as fun as the shag that used to be in here, but it should be pretty low-maintenance, and it was very easy to install. I definitely owe my friend’s mom a huge favor. Suffice it to say she will never have to pay for a room in Coldwater.
I’ll do Unit Three tomorrow. I wanted to do Four first because the floor looked worse, and I thought it wise to keep Three open in case anybody wanted to rent a room tonight.
This place is really starting to look like the kind of motel I’d like to stay in. If I weren’t so bloody acrophobic, I think I’d actually be looking forward to replacing the roof on the building that houses Units One and Two. As exhausting as all this work has been, it’s incredibly satisfying to walk into a room that I remodeled with my own hands.
It’s chilly tonight — not quite 40 degrees out at the moment — but the stars are beautiful, and it’s good to be out here in the night air, snuggled up in my dad’s old sheepskin coat (the one he wore on the cover of my favorite album), with a big mug of hot apple cider close at hand.
I hope I never forget how blessed I am to be able to live and work in one of the most beautiful spots on Route 66. Miss Shirley thought I was an angel, sent here to bless her. I think it was the other way around.