Mesa
Despite my fatigue, I walked over to the store last evening. After four solid days works, all busy. Found a table/4 chair set for half price, downright cheap for solid(ish) wood (made in Vietnam), and a good fit in this house. Also a red plaid plush blanket for $15 (queen/king size) that Moby is at the moment stretched out on.
Brought D over to see if he agreed one the table, and we picked it up this afternoon. We don't make $200 decisions unilaterally.
Guys who got it to the car amazed that the whole flatpack box fit in the Fit*. We were glad, but less surprized, we've got a lot back there before. I did mention that I loved our car, as well as thanked them profusely. After reading Not Always Right, I've been much more careful to be one of those customers that makes the crap worth the poor paycheck. (When the guy at Pepboys found and replaced my back windshield wiper blade for me, I made sure he knew how grateful I was.) The less someone is likely to be paid, the more kind and forgiving I try to be.
Anyway, I got chairs and table together, with some help from D to start, and the table turned right side up at the end. I wanted to do it myself, as a slow, organized meditative process. And he felt tense from having lunch with his parents, so I shooed him away, and got on putting four chairs together. Then the table. He helped again to get the felt pads on. He also got the motion sensor light on the front porch, since it's been a trial for him to lock the door in the dark in the morning. I'm hoping it will also freak out the trick-or-treaters later this month. (I am getting candy from Costco via a cow-orker, there are a good number of kids in this neighborhood.) My hand pronators will ache tomorrow, but so it goes.
The small round table is fine for us, but hopeless since we want to do holidays. More than two guests, and we're sitting on the floor. Even two tables, although both fairly small, don't make a dent in the size of this underused room. I sit at the table now, and gaze out as I write. Yeah, this will be worthwhile. We were also short of chairs, which we are not anymore. Everyone gets to sit! Nice chairs, as well, comfortable shape. Perhaps pads will be made.
Next, draft excluders made of old socks. I've done it before.
Really looked at Aunt Evelyn's funeral card. How it is I never noticed before that her birthdate is 1-9-19? Or that her date of death was 7-27-97? A woman to be reckoned with, certainly. She wouldn't necessarily approve of all my choices, but she would never complain of them, absolutely never to me. She'd smile, and know it was all me, so alright.
As I put chairs together, I heard my mother asking why I wouldn't just forgive her. And I had to ask, well - what are you, specifically, sorry for? I can't imagine what her answer might be. Since she doesn't seem to realize why I just don't like her, and cannot admire her for anything. She has my thanks for sending me to a good school, and being better to me than her husband, but I begin to wonder if her negativity and judgement aren't more pervasive, if surely less abusive.
Nevermind. Life is good, once one gets a chance.
*
(Not ours, just an image off the interwebs. Great space inside, once the seats fold down.)
Brought D over to see if he agreed one the table, and we picked it up this afternoon. We don't make $200 decisions unilaterally.
Guys who got it to the car amazed that the whole flatpack box fit in the Fit*. We were glad, but less surprized, we've got a lot back there before. I did mention that I loved our car, as well as thanked them profusely. After reading Not Always Right, I've been much more careful to be one of those customers that makes the crap worth the poor paycheck. (When the guy at Pepboys found and replaced my back windshield wiper blade for me, I made sure he knew how grateful I was.) The less someone is likely to be paid, the more kind and forgiving I try to be.
Anyway, I got chairs and table together, with some help from D to start, and the table turned right side up at the end. I wanted to do it myself, as a slow, organized meditative process. And he felt tense from having lunch with his parents, so I shooed him away, and got on putting four chairs together. Then the table. He helped again to get the felt pads on. He also got the motion sensor light on the front porch, since it's been a trial for him to lock the door in the dark in the morning. I'm hoping it will also freak out the trick-or-treaters later this month. (I am getting candy from Costco via a cow-orker, there are a good number of kids in this neighborhood.) My hand pronators will ache tomorrow, but so it goes.
The small round table is fine for us, but hopeless since we want to do holidays. More than two guests, and we're sitting on the floor. Even two tables, although both fairly small, don't make a dent in the size of this underused room. I sit at the table now, and gaze out as I write. Yeah, this will be worthwhile. We were also short of chairs, which we are not anymore. Everyone gets to sit! Nice chairs, as well, comfortable shape. Perhaps pads will be made.
Next, draft excluders made of old socks. I've done it before.
Really looked at Aunt Evelyn's funeral card. How it is I never noticed before that her birthdate is 1-9-19? Or that her date of death was 7-27-97? A woman to be reckoned with, certainly. She wouldn't necessarily approve of all my choices, but she would never complain of them, absolutely never to me. She'd smile, and know it was all me, so alright.
As I put chairs together, I heard my mother asking why I wouldn't just forgive her. And I had to ask, well - what are you, specifically, sorry for? I can't imagine what her answer might be. Since she doesn't seem to realize why I just don't like her, and cannot admire her for anything. She has my thanks for sending me to a good school, and being better to me than her husband, but I begin to wonder if her negativity and judgement aren't more pervasive, if surely less abusive.
Nevermind. Life is good, once one gets a chance.
*
(Not ours, just an image off the interwebs. Great space inside, once the seats fold down.)
Posted by Zhoen on Friday, October 12, 2012
1 comments:
My parents traded in their Fit for a different car and regret not just having gotten another Fit.
Seating can definitely be a good thing, when there is enough of it.
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