Bang, bang, bang go the hammers...
A crew from one of Home Depot's many outsourced installation companies is now banging around our house (and likely pissing off our neighbors as it's only a little after nine in the morning) as they install the padding and carpeting in our stairs and upstairs hallway.
We ordered some replacement carpet a little over a month ago and we're finally seeing its installation. The old carpet was... okay, so "well worn" might be the understatement of the century. I can't even imagine what the original color may have been. Some kind of cream, I think. But now it has become a hodge podge of different stains and scuff marks through years of life with two children (the people before us) and then some moving in, moving out, and moving around. I'm sure that doesn't necessarily bode well on the lifespan of carpet. Plus, it was buckling in a couple areas. That can be very annoying if you tend to get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom or get a drink and drag your feet out of sheer laziness.
But, hey, it's being replaced. That's the good thing... one good thing. The other is that the people at Depot told us the installation crew would be here "sometime before noon." Yeah, you could say that. They were here at nine. That's well before noon in my book. Wish SBC and Comcast were that good.
Shame we didn't finish taking out all the old carpet, padding, and tack strips last night when we started. As it happened, we were woken up at 7:45 this morning by their call center telling us they would be here in "45 minutes to an hour and a half." So much for sleeping in.
We jumped out of bed and started tearing up what was left of the old carpet. We finished the hallway and the upper flight of stairs last night, so we didn't have much left to do. But making sure all those stupid staples were out was a major pain in the arse.
So, while most of the crew is installing new tack strips in the hallway, the rest are measuring our "upgraded" padding (hey, when we buy carpet, we go all out, or so it would seem); Katie's upstairs watching, ironically enough, Home Improvement (the eldest son, Brad, is serving as Tim's assistant on Tool Time in this episode); and I'm here chronicling all the goings on.
I need a nap.
UPDATE: Two hours later and they're done. Now Katie and I are walking around in our barefeet recreating the Die Hard "roll your toes in the carpet" scene.
