For the last few days our washer and dryer have been joining us for dinner, and I presume they will be back again tonight. Although they are overstaying their welcome and move for no one, their visit is tolerated because it finally means we are renovating our floors.
While we've only lived with these floors for a year, they have a 10 year history we don't know about. But apparently the spilled food and neglected crumbs is child's play compared to what they've endured before our time. Our neighbors told us some interesting stories about the people who once lived here . . . cringe-worthy stories.
I won't be missing their beige-ness.