Alternate bed forms
The newspaper ad caught my eye, and then the thought processes started into high gear. Next time around, do we want to put an ordinary bed in the extra bedroom, or do we want something more utilitarian. Say, a pair of bunk beds? Or a Murphy bed, leaving the floor space free (most of the time). Do companies deliver, outside of the metropolitan magnet area? Is the cost comparable?
All this, and more. No more rationalizing. The move is not years away, any more. The virtual calendar has finally fused with the real thing, and each sheet that I tear and toss is part of a countdown to change. Right now, we have enough furniture to fill the next house, but we might want to renew, to repurpose. There’s a housing show coming up in two weeks, and if nothing else intervenes, we might go and stare at all the stuff we can’t afford but would like to have. Consumers, once again.
Closer to home, I’m doing what many do at this time of year; fighting a cold. Not a biggie, but the cough is an aggravation, and I might awake, tomorrow, ready to not go to work. Against my will. Since there is no chance of a snow day, I could be forced to spend one of those “oh, so valuable” sick days. The ones I can’t hang onto past the end of the year. We’ll see. Maybe watching a curling final, or the Grammy tribute to the Beatles will be enough to restore me to normal form.
And after suitable effort, the Scotties has ended. The Rachel Homan team won all twelve thirteen of their games, and the skip never threw a final stone (ever).
