I have things to say today, and this guy says them better. He's writing my posts from now on.
It made me think of how sad we both were to see our comfy couch go down the road this weekend on the top of a van. We haven't sat together on the couch for months; we had to defur it before anyone could enter the house. Still, all I could remember was how carefully we shopped for it, how we saved our money so we could sit on it without thinking of debt, how we selected fabric for fur repellency (oops). It fit perfectly on the only couch wall. We chose it for a different time, a different home and different dreams, and it's those things I am grieving. Something's gotta give. I don't regret changing course or climbing down the ladder of the American Dream, but those dreams were real, too, and they don't go without struggle or tears.
My son will rent the little house, and is glad to keep a few pieces that we've been stuck on. The Victorian curly-maple secretary that my mother gave me 25 years ago, an ugly thing when she got it, but beautiful under the paint. He'll keep a thick-planked bookcase of Annie's that was her first adult purchase. He'll use our awesome Ultimate Bed (we have one in the Duck, or I would not be going). What he won't keep are the cats. Okay, he'll try one, but that's IT.
POLL: What do you think of this new comment set-up? Sassy already gave it a razzberry. I like it because you guys can play amongst yourselves and make new little friends, and I can stick my head in and say TURN THAT NOISE DOWN!!! I don't like it because I have to introduce myself every single time and I'm all dood, we just met 30 seconds ago in that other comment.