This lovely house of ours has hard-wood floors.
And tile floors that are hard too!
Great for cleaning up oopsies.
Not so great for dust bunnies.
Did you know shed dog hair shows up in the oddest places?
AKA everywhere?
I’m not complaining because carpet harbors lots of unspeakables and aggravates my allergies. I speak from experience.
Up until living on wooden floors
I thought hubs and I were soft-steppers but we’re not!
Oh my, I’m glad we’re on stilts because the poor roomies underneath would be deafened by our footsteps tromping across the floors upstairs like the thunder that claps directly overhead and shivers our timbers.
There is no incentive to tread gently because there is no-one beneath to hear.
Praise The Lord!
Gone are the allusions I had of myself of being light of foot.
Found is the truth in the words my grandmother used when she heard me racing upstairs as a young dancer in training,
“Ballerina? She sounds like a baby elephant to me!”
And that was on carpet!
In our wooden floored house Hubs would step lightly in his loafers…
And I could tip-toe over the hard-wood floors
in my bare feet…
Only we don’t because there is no-one downstairs to hear and…
If there is no-one downstairs to hear, then does our footfall make a noise?
It’s the age old question and until there’s an answer we are rejoicing in our resounding steps.
Want to follow along? (1Peter 2:21)
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.
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