Why is it that my bizarro dreams always feature the school I attended the first two years of my college career and never the one I matriculated from? Will I forever be obsessed with Oakland at Fifth and Halket? I swear, I can count on probably a whole hand the amount of dreams I STILL REMEMBER BITS OF that feature a pretend Oakland in the city of Pittsburgh. Ai.
We are getting rid of the sofa today. No one wants it, (yes, I offered it up on Freecycle) which is totally fine. It has lived out a longer life than anyone else would have ever given it, I'm sure--it was free to me when my roommate married Evan in 1995. It was his roommate's I think. When I mentioned it to him the last time he helped me with my car, he had no recollection of it. That tells you something. It is butt-ugly, and the sofa bed doesn't sleep very well. It slept my sister Bird and her best friend when they came out for the U2 concert in 2005. It is the home of too many make out sessions with too many ex-boyfriends.
However, I will miss it. I have one picture of it, I wonder if I can dredge it up. I remember it was a "show and tell." Poppy wanted to see our least favorite piece of furniture. Blackbird remarked, it's the ugliest but it's your favorite? Well, I won't recreate the entire comment-versation, you can click on the link yourself. (Yes, which features the one picture.)
Furniture--come to think of it, There is only one piece of furniture in this room that I bought retail: the desk the computer is on. I got it from Ikea, and EE Sally helped me put it together. Which makes me giggle a little bit. The Q. job says it will help with relocation costs. Do all starting out librarians have furniture they got at second hand shops or off the curb? The thing of it is, I love each piece. Since I'm "head of household" I make all the choices. It is too small of an apartment for me to consider anything I wouldn't like. Plus, you know, the whole third floor walk up scenario. Ai.
I'm actually doing church 2x today--once in the morning at Bellefield to catch up with a guy I was in choir with ages ago (he and fam are coming into town, he found me on FB.) Which just goes to show you the power of FB.
Oh, yes. Freecycle. That was the other funny thing I was going to tell you. Friday was 7/11, as in the seventh month, the eleventh day. Apparently the store 7-11 has made it "Slurpee Day" and they give away free Slurpees. I emailed Babs and both siblings. When I told Sally later (she came to give me my latest furniture acquisition, a new to me kitchen table that she got off the curb in the 90s when her hubby was in grad school) she was crushed (you know, as in crushed ice? Oh never mind) that she hadn't known. But I offered her a Wylie's Italian ice, and she perked up.
Right, my brain did another cul de sac. So on Freecycle, this morning, as I'm deleting the 190 messages from over the weekend in my "Freecycle" folder, I see one for "Taken: 7-11 Slurpee machine." Isn't that just poetic justice? I didn't pull up the email to see the date/time stamp, but I bet at least part of it went down on 7/11.
Oh, and how did I find out it was Slurpee day? Dear old Twitter. I've been having more fun on Twitter than any "social media" I use. A post on that is forthcoming.
I probably should think about breakfast or something...
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