Oh dear, oh my. John received a text from the furniture place that our new sofa was ready to be delivered! We thought it wouldn’t arrive until December! It will come this Wednesday and WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE WE GOING TO DO WITH THE OLD SOFA? As it is, the old recliner is still sitting in the hallway (since the new loveseat arrived). We’re talking heavy and awkward and they need to be hauled up 16 outside stairs just to get them up and out of the house. I’ve offered to move my car out of the garage so they could be stored in there until someone wants to come and get them (for free). But how are we going to lug them up those stairs? John can’t by himself, I would be next to useless, and all of the neighbors are in far off places (or are otherwise incapacitated). Plus, the rain hasn’t stopped fire-hosing. It drives me nuts that John doesn’t seem all that concerned about this, but we really need to come up with a plan. The old sofa needs to go, and I need to CLEAN. The entire real estate it takes up will be exceptionally grody beneath it after…six years! These are the times when I wish so bad I could do magic. Blink, snap my fingers, wiggle my nose, and the behemoth furniture pieces are IN THE GARAGE. Done.
And then we need to place a notice in local Facebook and Nextdoor. I sure hope somebody will want them. They aren’t in terrible condition, but the sofa has a fair amount of cat scratches. (They are 20 years old after all, and they’ve lived through several cats). Jesus, what’ll we do if nobody wants them?
John and I are now BOOSTERED!! Woohoo!! (It’s a relief!) We had to drive over an hour to get our jabs, since nobody nearby had the boosters available (this County is so…
A few more pics of busy Quinn. What a kid.
“If after celebrating a new child, men suffered from weeks of hemorrhoids, hand/foot/face swelling, and genital bleeding, Paid Family Leave wouldn’t be up for debate. It would be in the Bill of Rights.” -Eric Swalwell
