Ok, the desk is put together and I managed to get it into the office with only a little bit of scraping. Living alone sucks sometimes! However, the desk is in its spot and is looking wonderful. I’ve started unpacking office boxes now, but after going through three of them I decided I was exhausted. The futon won’t be delivered until Saturday morning, so I have time to get everything set up. I have so much crap!
My sister bought the futon for me, because she rocks like that. It’s a full-size one, and I got a purple cover for it. Yay, purple!
The desk is put together - HOO-RAH! And it looks great, sitting there in the middle of my living room. I have to go get showered and ready for futon shopping now. Tomorrow will be moving the old desk and such out of the spare room and moving the new desk in so I can start unpacking. Huzzah!
Staples was supposed to deliver my desk yesterday. Around 10:30 I peeked outside my front door and discovered a delivery notice stuck to it, saying they’d come by at 9:15am and I didn’t answer the door so no delivery. All I can think is that either they didn’t really knock, or I didn’t hear the door when I was in the back cleaning the cat box. Gah. I called Staples and asked them to have the delivery man call me before he delivered so I’d be sure to be in the right spot when he comes by today. I’m hovering by the front door like a freak now, really nervous that I’ll miss them again. I just want my damned desk!
I took today off from work because, well, because I wanted to, but also there’s the desk stuff going on and I’m meeting my sister at 3:30pm or so to shop for futons for the spare room. If the desk does show up today then I might be tempted to try and put it together myself, but really I shouldn’t because it’s large and heavy and probably requires two people. I’ll try to be patient and just call the subcontractor who does the assembly to make an appointment. I really really want my office set up, though. This is ridiculous. I’ve been here a month now - all of these boxes should be empty!
Amazon has the song from the Where the Hell is Matt video that’s making the Internet rounds right now. I bought it because it’s lovely, and I like the English translation of the lyrics. It’s from a poem by Rabindranth Tagore called Gitanjali.
Stream of Life
The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day
runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth
in numberless blades of grass
and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth
and of death, in ebb and in flow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life.
And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.
Absolutely. I couldn’t imagine living in the southern US without a/c. In fact, I didn’t even know they built cars and houses without a/c until I moved to Colorado. I was stunned!
2) Does anyone like swimming?
We all like it very much and were on a swim team until we were about 18 or so. We haven’t gone swimming in years, though.
3) Is it raining right now?
No, but we had a marvelous overwhelming thunderstorm last night, with lightning and sheets of rain.
4) Is the body wearing shoes?
Yes - cheapy thongs from Target. I notice that we need a pedicure rather desperately.
