Linoleum and asbestos
Well, you know what they say... if you can't be a blinding success, be a horrible example. So I'm here to remind you all to lock these two words together in your brain if you haven't already done so: linoleum and asbestos.
In the nearly 20 years we've owned this old house, I have frequently counted my blessings that we do not seem to have any asbestos.
I think of asbestos as the stuff they used to wrap pipes. So it was probably a good thing that the area of the basement where I was on my hands and knees hacking away to remove some old linoleum was right around all the pipes. As I brushed the rust off them I thought of asbestos, and suddenly something about nature of the backing of the linoleum connected with some old factoids in my brain... I rushed up to the computer to check and yup. That's your classic '70s linoleum with white backing right there. Dummy.
I hadn't given linoleum much thought because we don't really have any linoleum, just this one fragment left in the old basement laundry room, a piece maybe two feet wide, six feet long. Clearing the room was spur of the moment project, making it up as we went along. Removing the leftover bit of linoleum just one item in passing.
There are some comforting aspects... it is the basement, not a bedroom, not much airflow or traffic, DS wasn't home until I'd figured it out and HEPA vacuumed myself and the areas of the house I'd been in and carefully dealt with my clothes. And I hadn't been in his room. Plus, fortunately for myself, I always work with a mask.
But the comforting aspects aren't the ones that you think about as you lie in bed at night :-)
Play safe out there,