Bright Ideas and the Recycling of Dust
May 5, 2014
I BELIEVE in recycling. Or is it hoarding? From Walmart sacks to ideas, nothing but good can come from hanging on to a favorite phrase or 1970’s ceramic table top grill.
Last week we made the mistake of having granite counter tops installed. And yes, it was a huge mistake. I’ve told myself for years that I was too frazzled and frayed trying to take care of white formica in my kitchen.
Me: Don’t slice that apple on the counter. Use that cutting board.
Me: Wipe up that red wine now. It’ll leave a stain.
Me: Don’t leave that wet Walmart sack on the counter. That blue will imprint onto the counter.
Formica turned me into a demanding tyrant.
But this winter I decided the formica had to go. I was not hanging onto anything that was that labor intensive and that caused that much misery in my life. Wiping it away. Clean slate and all. Never again. I had washed my hands, er, my white counter tops for the last time. Kaput.
This installation was spurred to fruition because I learned that formica didn’t have to be ripped off. The whole counter tops could be lifted off and hauled away. Voila’ . No dust, easy installation. Avoiding a maelstorm of dust and dirt that I had feared would settle into every crevice and surface of the house was such a relief, I said, ” Haul that granite in today, Boys.” And an even better good turn would come out of this.
The countertops could be recycled. An positive action that resided deeply in my recycling core. A good friend would pick them up. Just call him the minute they were popped off. He’d be here with a trailer and he could use them immediately in a rent house he was redoing.
John and I spent an entire day before the arrival of the granite cleaning out every cabinet and removing every drawer. Everything moveable was carried into the living room and our bedroom. Both rooms became obstacle courses. But not to worry. This was merely a precautionary measure on our part. There wouldn’t be any dust. Right.
Morning of Installation:
Laden with new shelf paper, I entered the house and into a dense fog of dust and dirt. For two days I breathed and watched it settle on every surface in the entire house. We are talking about 3500 plus square feet of interior coated in such heavy dust that I could write this blog with my finger on any surface in the house.
Nothing went according to plan. The old countertops could not be popped off as they were constructed into the sides of the cabinets. All the formica had to be ripped off, thus the duststorm. Granite was laid on top of the old counters now making them almost 2 inches higher. I’m five feet and one half inch tall. I can no longer belly up to the counters. Now I chest up to the counters.
It’ll literally be a year or two before we get rid of all the dust. It is so deeply settled into the upholstery that when we plop down on a sofa a whirling dirvish of dust spins around us.
Can dust be recycled?
I hope someone will just shoot me the next time I get another bright idea.