The carpets are clean, and now we’re reconstructing the house. Our whole lives had been jammed into the upstairs bathroom. Now we want to use the bathroom.
The Geezer wanted new plastic chair mats for the computer room, and I wanted that charming, small, Victorian dresser out of the way. He had a very valid point as the old mats were split and crumbling, so now we have the new mats at an inflationary eighteen dollars more each than the last two we owned. I have a valid point as we are tripping over the dresser until it has begun to fall apart. Sometime today the dresser will go to the living room…somewhere.
And that’s us…always under construction. We have one too many pieces of furniture and far, far too much stuff, orts, and tchotchkes. I’m willing to part with a raku pot, but he likes his ducks, rooster, and fish. I’m willing to put the dining room table in the garage, but he is silent about the deco end table. Last night I brought home two beautifully painted wooden animals from Mexico that are missing their tails. Maybe it’s all my fault.
Did I say we were going to an estate sale or two this morning.