Nothing is permanent, not even carpets. Those old carpets have served us well, perhaps too long, as their shabbiness is now embarassing. I finally agreed with my wife that they must be replaced. This is a big decision for me, not only because of the cost, but also because of my eyesight, any changes in my home are difficult to settle into. But I should be truthful. Actually I never really liked this type of change (yes, I know change is inevitable), it is strangely unsettling and unnerving. I think of myself as a fairly rational man, but preparing for the new floors to be laid has given rise to emotions that were otherwise well hidden. I don't like it. I want the result, just not to live through the turmoil. So I'm learning a lot about myself - how I can lie to myself and pretend I am some kind of iron man, when in reality, my mind is in as much turmoil as this house. Every room on the ground floor must be emptied of furniture. I must put behind me my old opinions and prejudices. The floors must be cleaned as I try to polish that rough old rock that is me. Outwardly, I am making great progress. Inwardly - not always. For a few weeks I am sitting in turmoil. Trying to comfort the cats. They don't like change either. Or are they comforting me?
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