Pulling Carpet

We’re getting our house ready to sell. Our realtor told us to pull the carpet in a bedroom because it covers a beautiful hardwood floor. So I did that yesterday. Obviously I have never pulled carpet before, because I thought it would take a couple of hours. Wrong! It took six.

Once I got over the shock of seeing that it wouldn’t be quick, I started to realize how monastic the work was. The padding was stapled to the floor, and each staple had to be individually coaxed up with a screwdriver, then pulled out with pliers. Often the staple broke, which meant that the remaining piece had to be pulled as well. Then on to the next staple. The carpet tacking was taken up in a similar way, nail by nail.

It reminded me of one of the times I was at New Melleray Abbey, when I was assigned to clean the shower stalls of the professed monks, which had not been cleaned in forty years. I was given a piece of steel wool to scrub the tiles, one by one. At the end of about two hours I had cleaned one or two walls and was told to go off to prayers. As I left, the monk picked up the steel wool and started going over the area I had just finished. Apparently it wasn’t good enough.

The realtor came by again today and didn’t tell me to re-pull the carpet. At the threshold I still have to install a carpet gripper (sujetador de alfombra – we didn’t learn that in Spanish class). But that was it. So I guess I did a good enough job. Good enough, I hope, that the house will sell.