At 9:30pm last night, as I was sitting down to write my Perfect Picture Book Friday post, the movers arrived—with furniture from my husband’s office. His company is going virtual, so what to do with all that stuff? Well, some was sold, some was given away to employees, and some was supposed to come to our house. A few things.
When the movers left at 11pm, I was beside myself. The following photos do not include all of the equipment in my husband’s home office (three chairs, one standing desk, and two large screen video conferencing screens), my son’s bedroom (three monitors), and our bedroom (two chairs).
Here’s our garage this morning. Anyone need a stool?
How about a desk?
My husband told me this morning that some of these desks are destined to go to employees who weren’t able to take them home yet. Breathe…..breathe…..Okay….
Oh, and a ping-pong table….we have so much space to play ping-pong now…..
And the table that was designated to become our “new” dining table won’t fit through the door until the legs are cut down. My husband had already disassembled our current table, so we had to create a makeshift dining table.
The laundry room:
And there appears to be an extra couch in our living room.
Even the dog is discombobulated.
The only thing that doesn’t have me hyperventilating is the table in the garden, although it needs to be cleaned and moved to a better location.
So instead of posting a perfect picture book, I thought I’d post pictures of my not-so-picture-perfect writing life.
After leaving my cell phone at the grocery store this morning and then returning a couple of hours later to find that it was in safe-keeping, I bought some chocolate, got a few hugs from my empathetic Word Curd Nerd writing group, and decided to change my “bad hair attitude” day (thank you for the phrase, Kate Johnston) and enjoy the sunshine and breeze of a perfect San Francisco day, and the gratitude it brings. I walked the dog. She feels better. I feel better. And now, I’m back to writing. The furniture can wait. Cheers!