This brother....he did a lot of naughty things that trip.
The trouble started when he spilled a dot...a speck..of iodine on the beige bedroom rug (brand new house..brand new rug...that house even smelled new that 1st Thanksgiving )
You see, he was "treating" Visa's paw.. He traveled with THREE daschunds. ..they followed him EVERYWHERE... He bought Visa..on credit.(.yup..his Visa card...) She was his favorite..the only female. Those dogs were not house trained...and they loved fluffy white freshly laundered towels...but that is a different story...same visit..
The bedrooms were all upstairs...the guest bedroom located next to mine... The hall flooring upstairs as well as the steps leading to the first floor foyer were hardwood. But we were on a budget - no hardwood throughout and so the bedrooms were carpeted. .ALL night.....ALL night..beginning 12::30- 1 am, I heard him leave that spare bedroom..cross the hall...go down the stairs...cross the foyer..go through the house and enter the garage...then began the clanking and the banging ...then footsteps and 12 tapping toenails back across the house ...cross the foyer..up the stairs...down the hall...into the bedroom.. over and over....him and those dogs..
12 little feet..and two big feet ...their nails tap..tap..tapping..scurrying after him as he walked..up and down...across and back. We were in bed... I did not get up to inquire. You had to know my brother..he did not sleep..the hyperactivity...plus he was a genius.. I figured he was rigging me up some kind of alarm system - a housewarming gift... (he invented a motion light sensor alarm for Bendix years ago...before those were household items) anyway...he also drank at night..alot.....to sleep....the hyperactivity drove him nuts. He could not be still....no drugs....booze... I didn't get up...and I told my husband to stay put.. Tap...tap..tap.. Clang..bang..tap..tap..tap.. 12 little and two big feet...
Next morning....he is at the dining table as was his habit..sitting quietly with a book. My husband got there first. My brother asked after me. My husband called me downstairs and I could see my brother was uncomfortable. Even those three fiends at his feet were subdued. (probably exhausted from climbing stairs all night long) It seems he had to tell me something (I honestly had forgotten about all the noise the night before..I was thinking about that Thanksgiving dinner I had to fix) ..he wanted to show me something in the spare bedroom....
We six climbed those stairs together...there in the middle of my new beige rug..was a HUGE daisy- shaped throw rug! I blinked ...and yup..it was a daisy....dead center. Its petals seemed to disappear under the bed. It looked like a throw rug on top of the carpetng but there was no rug! Just the design... Huh???
It seems when he got that wee speck of iodine on the carpeting..he went to the garage to find a cleaning solution. Finding none..he made his own...with various chemicals.... He bleached that spot right out! ...and the more he tried to fix / blend it..the bigger it got...the bigger it got ....the more he drank and the more he hit that garage for a new fix...... At some point he decided to bleach the entire rug one color......and at some other point ...exhausted ..he must have pooped out!
I loved my brother. He passed away last year..What I would give to have him come wreck my house today... I have a different house and no rugs...but I got sofas and plenty he could improve upon.
