Whats with the rubber sheet?
Hardly a question you hear every day, hmmm? Slightly-Brit and I were taking a break from some heavy-duty decluttering. We stood back (sipped tea) and studied the piles we’d made: things we were going to toss, things we were going to take to the Association for the Blind thrift shop and things that were staying with us. That’s when SBD noticed the rubber sheet in the “staying” pile and asked: “What’s with the rubber sheet?” I knew she had it in for the rubber sheet, so I reminded her that this was the very same rubber sheet that I’d suggested we use under the artificial Second-Christmas tree (so the stand wouldn’t scratch the lovely finish on the end table). To bolster my rubber sheet defense I ended with: Everyone needs a rubber sheet! Of course, Slightly-Brit reminded me that the rubber sheet in question had been absolutely worthless to us for protecting the end table, since it wasn’t even wide enough to go across the (small) table. The rubber sheet is a flannel backed thing made for
