1st June 2018
As resourceful as she is, Kelli had sold Greer’s old bed practically before we dismantled it, so today we took it to the new owner. The buyer lived close to Muskegon, in an old property, out in the woods. Apparently the house had a basement where illicit alcohol was distilled back in the days of prohibition, and all the equipment was still there, but we didn’t get the chance to see it. The house was so dark, and we had to take the bed frame and mattress up some stairs. The lady of the house led us, and when I expected her to switch on the light, she didn’t, so we had to stumble towards the small glint of light that was the room the bed was destined for.
Money handed over, we headed back to Holland.
There was work that needed to be done on a dresser that Kelli pulled from Hudsonville, so sandpaper in hand we set about working on that.

In the evening we met up with Bethanne at Perredies, I hit the red wine, which was a mistake, whilst the girls engaged in a torrent of giggles and laughter, always entertaining.