I’m totally conflicted about Becky moving out tomorrow. I’m going to miss her. She’s nice. We both like soup..and snow peas. My hope is that she’ll visit Detroit the way she has visited Chicago these last five years, which is to say, frequently. And yet I’m so excited to be moving upstairs.
I had the “spectacular” idea of switching the office and TV rooms which means that the couch (it’s a hide-a-bed…read: heavy) had to be moved out of one room, across 8 ft of hallway and into the other room. I was totally in task mode today, so after I was done sweeping and mopping I had another spectacular idea: see if could move the couch by myself. 3 minutes later it was stuck in the doorway and I had to climb out of the room. When J and Gary came to the rescue a few hours later Carolyn was supervising our efforts and said, “Who got the couch in this position?” In other words: “Did you really think you could move this thing alone?” It was a little humbling.
After that we went to the State Fair, ate all manner of carnival food and pet baby animals. I brushed up on my Bovine, Ovine and Porcine facts and we watched Belgian (Belgian!) draft horses compete. It was a good time. You should go. Tomorrow. Unless you want to help me paint. At long last, the Pepto-Bismol pink stairwell is going down. wanna help?
