muckefuck | Domestic update, 1

Domestic update, 1

Man, did I chose the right profession. Or, at least, I didn't chose the wrong one. I'm waiting to hear back from my attorney on our latest offer to the seller. I still hope to get some money for the electrical, if not the full amount the repairs have been estimated at, but mostly I just want to end the suspense so I can move on to the business of planning my move.

monshu and I made a little progress on that yesterday. Since I couldn't sleep in at my place, I rode up to his in the hope of napping there. But, by then, I was up and ready to go, so I suggested we get the shopping out of the way and I'd nap in the afternoon. Unfortunately, he had several errands to attend to that morning and it was almost noon before we left. In our haste, we hadn't consulted the weather report and come to regret that decision when we were sheltering under overhangs, waiting for a break in the downpour.

We checked out four places: Eastern Deco, Retrospect, and Room and Board, all in the same Michigan Avenue vertical mall. None of the lacquered cabinets at ED appealed to me much. Most seemed to be not that antique and not in the best of shape. (I don't require that they be perfect, just that the doors close properly.) We did better at the other places, especially the last, where I found an extraordinarily reasonably-priced metal frame bed I'm thinking of buying and some strong sofa candidates.

Then we braved the storm to arrive at Marshall Field, which is undergoing transformation. The men's department was displaced to the second floor by an FCUK boutique, half the seventh floor is empty, and the furniture department was marked by transition. However, that's good for discounting and we found a living room set there that's a strong contender. The plan would be for me to take the love seat while

monshu gets the couch and chair and, one day, they would all be reunited.

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You KNOW, we have a queen-sized architectural steel cube bed from Room and Board that we are NOT USING, SITTING in FORLORN PIECES in our GARAGE.

How special for you.

Actually, is it strong enough to support a sling?

Forget it. If you can't get it up to the second floor, I'm not sure how the hell I'm suppose to get it on to the sixth floor and all the way through the apartment to my bedroom.

Yes, it probably is strong enough.

We got it up to the third floor of the last 3 apartments we lived in -- it's the width of our current staircase that is the problem.

We looked at some of those--metal four-posters seemed to be all the rage at the stores we looked at--but I felt they might dominate the room too much. I like the Montreal because of the large, flared headboard which would provide support for cushions. My other thought was going for the simplest bed possible and building a padded headboard myself.

Couch and Chair could pinpoint, to the minute, when their despair began. It was the moment Love Seat left.

Where did he go? The two men who sat on them, occasionally jumping up for towels to rub out the bodily fluids before the upholstery got stained, had sat in Love Seat, had seemed to like their erstwhile companion. When they had all been moved together and wrapped in the uncomfortable yet strangely thrilling cellophane, they had been happy: their family was staying together. But Love Seat never made it on the truck. He sat there, forlorn, on the shipping room floor, receding into the distance.

Couch and Chair would have liked to have consoled one another. But Couch was too large, and would have swallowed Chair. And Chair was barely wide enough to hug Couch's arm. It was Love Seat that had always brought them together, Love Seat, the bridge, the mediator. They were broken; they were bereft. Would they ever again be complete?

Aaaaagh! Do you have any idea what you've done to me? Now I'll have to spend the next two years feeling sorry for Couch, Chair, and poor, lonely Love Seat. *Sob!*

Maybe we can take a picture of Love Seat, happy in his new surroundings (and mischievously eyeing Futon Couch), frame it, and put it on the coffee table for Chair and Couch to ogle.

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