3rd March 2020
The mid-century dresser was snapped up.
I needed cut back the top to remove a few dust spots then re-coat the top before the buyer turned up.
Fortunately it went well and the top was as smooth as a baby’s ass.
The lady turned up and loved the piece, so Kelli an I carried it out to her vehicle, which was a just a little bit small for it. This meant we had to remove the leg frame which was no problem. Safely loaded she left happy, we went back in the house extremely happy.
Kelli had finished painting the side tables, and then started on the upholstery for the dining chairs. “Where are the staples we bought on Saturday?” She inquired, having no idea, I proceeded to look around, not knowing what the box of staples looked like. I figured that if I looked hard enough I’m bound to find them.
“where did you last have them?” An obvious question, but one I felt was appropriate. Having established that she had no idea,
I tried to re-visit the scene of the crime. The stapler was found, staples were taken out of the box and loaded into the appliance, but where the box with the rest was still a mystery.
Kelli looked in all the obvious places but to no avail.
I felt I was on a road to nowhere, and resigned myself to going back to Menards and buying another box.
Whilst in the garage I happen to look in a box of crap that Kelli had left, and lo, and behold I saw the box lurking there.
I sneaked them into the kitchen and placed them on to the worktop, convinced that Kelli would see them, but still she didn’t. In the end I had to give a massive clue about them being right in front of her eyes before she saw them. There was a whoop of joy, and soon she was engulfed in a massive upholstery exercise.
The other event that was happening was trying to dispose of Greer’s old Audi. Kelli had seen a request for a cheap car on Craig’s list, and had responded. It had been sitting on our drive since she moved out, and it was about time something was decided on it.
We decided it needed to be started so that it could be driven. There was also a flat tyre. I had a foot pump that I used for inflating the bike tyres. It took nearly two thousand leg strokes to make any significant difference. My thigh muscle, in my left leg was as hard as rock, but my right was still flabby, so at the moment my walk is a bit strange.
The battery was totally flat, and needed the jump leads hooked up to the truck.
It took many attempts to get the car to catch, at times I thought it would never start, but surprisingly it did eventually.
Kelli drove it round the block a few times so it was encouraging that the car would be soon gone.
We heard that the guy would be over tomorrow at mid-day to collect it.
Another Lifetime to go 