Progress at last. Then again, I added back one more of those blue pills and increased my cough medicine. We both slept well, and when we woke both commented on it….happily.
Our only problem today is that we have one too many dressers for the house.
Isn’t it nice to have a problem like that. Oh, I sliced a two inch cut in the top of my left hand at work yesterday. Reaching for books…that’s me, always reaching. At the house, I have the problem of an old Victorian dresser stuffed with the family linens that doesn’t have a home. Here I can’t seem to reach for the solution at all.
No, I don’t want it blocking a bookcase. No, I don’t want to close the doors to the computer room, either one, and put the dresser in front of them. We like having a suite upstairs. No, there’s no room in the bedroom…tho I note that Grandma used it as an end table for her bed. If I did that, the poor old thing would get full sun on its wood all day. No room in the living room, either bathroom, or in the kitchen.
In the meantime, it is sitting in the middle of the computer room. Continually hitting it with body parts isn’t good for it either.
“I’m going to hire a decorator to solve all our problems,” I told the Geezer.
“Hire a wino to decorate our home?”
I looked at him blankly.
“It’s a country western song.”
More blankness from me.
“You had to be there,” he said returning to his solitaire.
He didn’t notice that I was hiding my laughter the curve of my elbow, but perhaps I will really hire a decorator.