Thursday, August 15, 2013


Back in the late 1960's, early 1970's, wall-to-wall shag carpeting was in vogue. I never had shag carpeting, but I did know people who did. I was very impressed with their sense of decor. That is until a few months had passed. They had a large dog, and together with the people tracking back and forth, the dog had created paths as if through a field of grass. By the time those folks moved out of that apartment the carpeting was a disgusting mess. Mud, goo of some kind, bits of potato chips, and the dirty dog paths gave it the look of Max Yasgur's field after Woodstock. Did I mention that it was originally white carpeting?

Mark has a habit of buying crap without consulting me. Recently he purchased a little rug for the floor on my side of the bed. A shag style rug.
"Don't you love it?"
"I guess so, but won't it trap a lot of dirt in it?" I replied remembering my old acquaintance's carpeting.
I got no answer to my question, and Mark quickly placed the little shag rug down on the floor next to my bed. I have discovered that in the middle of the night, when it is very dark and I am half asleep, shag carpeting is hard to walk across. It is very uneven, and so far I have fallen twice because it's like walking across hairy lumps. Sasha and Chandler like it though. It gives them really good traction for that running jump up onto the bed.


  1. Toss it before you break a hip.... and Mark has to be your nurse!!!

  2. All part of the plan.

  3. I agree with both the previous comments. With everything you tell us about mark I wouldn't put anything past him

  4. Okay, just for the record. I do tend to exaggerate Mark's failings, because they are funny. If he were all that crazy and horrible we wouldn't have been living together for the last sixteen years. Still... there might be a plan.

  5. That photo has "shag, marry, dump" written all over it.