Love, the furniture

So this was about a chair, but not really, the way that this (from exactly five years ago) was about a couch, but not really.

Things are looking up, though, and I am remembering how much independence and presence of mind that I need to cultivate as one-half of a relationship. This weekend felt good — lounging on the grass listening to afternoon fiddle music during the Old Town Folk & Roots fest, a roadtrip to a drive-in movie in the ‘burbs, getting lost on said roadtrip, stopping at a disco bowling alley for directions, and ending up with some Sonic goodness, where we ordered four beverages between the two of us (mine: a cherry limeade blended with vanilla soft-serve and a cranberry limeade).

I just stumbled across another metaphor blog born in July: Life is like a frozen pizza.

Must be the heat.

3 thoughts on “Love, the furniture

    1. Thanks Carolyn! I know, soooo good. I always think I should order a different beverage. But then I press the button to order and just can’t resist.

  1. Pingback: To be blogged (is to be sad, is to be high) | Patrick Cooper: Greetings from Evanston, Ill.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s