Yesterday we spent the day tearing up all the cat hair-infested, toddler-stained carpeting on the main floor. No bonus hardwood floor revelations, only some 1940s school-grade institutional linoleum tile covering the sub floor. While I was ripping out the carpet some of the tile was knocked loose so I decided to pry it all up and be done with it. Our original plan was to just install laminate flooring over whatever was under there, but once I got going I couldn’t stop. D, being the cautious sensible one, smartly made a run to Home Despot to acquire some asbestos-grade ventilators. I was ready to plow ahead – asbestos be damned – but I’m glad she did it, just in case. We bagged it up, rolled up the carpet and underlay and now we’re faced with the next decision – to level or not to level our somewhat wonky floors. It seems our little house has sagged in the middle over the years, as these things (and people) do. That said, just being rid of that carpet brightens the place immensely.