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The Purple Couch At Last

Portfolio-Kilby-Plum-Velvet-SoFast-Sofa-2baa0deb-7a1f-45d1-856f-ffdba1b1a0de_600Finally it arrived. The purple couch I bought from the internet on Black Friday has finally made its way into my living room, and I couldn’t be more relieved.

This poor couch has been hanging around town for the past week, just waiting to come home. It’s been in and out of the delivery company’s facilities and trucks, being manhandled along the way. How do I know? The combination of the scans it received along the way that made up its online “record” and the battered condition of its box when it finally made it to my doorstep. I’m a regular Sherlock Holmes.

Today was actually the sixth day that it was scheduled for delivery, but I held out little hope that it would actually arrive. I began to believe that it would eventually be sent back to the massive company from which I bought it, and I would never see it.

What lead me to this conclusion? After all, I’m the eternal optimist, the lover of flying pigs, the believer in the impossible. Well, I think the straw that broke the camel’s back was last night’s incident.  I was eagerly awaiting delivery (yet again) by sitting in the couchless living room watching the cars go by. Yes, I am that pathetic.

Well imagine my surprise (and yes, glee) when the delivery truck actually pulled up to our house. It was dark outside, and after 8 pm, but it was there. The driver turned off the lights, and did whatever it was that he/she did. I turned on the porch light, and kept myself from running outside. I was patient, but as the minutes ticked on, it occurred to me that my couch wasn’t coming off that truck.

After ten minutes the headlights popped back on, the truck made a u-turn, and it drove away. I was dumbfounded. I was stunned. I was numb. How. Could. That. Happen????????

That’s when I gave up hope. That’s when I decided I was not meant to have a purple velvet couch. That’s when I decided that it would never ever arrive. So of course, the next day it did.

I found out it was delivered at 4:28 pm. Of course I was still at work, and had to drive in the opposite direction to pick up my son. We arrived home after 6 and after dark. The whole time I was willing the thieves that steal people’s packages to stay away. Of course this package was the size of a fridge, but there are strong thieves with trucks, I’m sure of it. Lucky for me, it was still outside my front door when we arrived. I photographed the ripped box in case the contents were damaged, but fortunately everything was well protected. No tools were included, but we have our own, so that wasn’t a problem either.

My son and I built that couch with a few difficulties along the way, but it’s done and I’m satisfied. It looks terrific, but I’m pretty sure I’ll never buy a couch off the internet again. I just can’t take the drama and disappointment.


It’s the Small Things

I read a wonderful post on Mrs. N’s blog the other day. She has been posting about gratitude, which is very timely in this season of Thanksgiving. The post that caught my eye had a quote from Piglet, and being a Winnie the Pooh fan, it drew me in immediately. ehshepardThe post inspired me to write a quick little list of my own. Following are five small things for which I am thankful.  I know there are a million others, and this list isn’t even a top five, just five random things off the top of my head. I hope you enjoy my list and create one of your own. If you do, please link back here so we can all enjoy each other’s small things.

1. Going to sleep in a freshly made bed. I love the light scent of the detergent and the soft fabric against my cheek. I love when the bed is wrinkle free and so inviting. Ah, the thought of it makes me want to go back to bed!

2. The sound of children singing. It can be my students singing in a performance that they have rehearsed for or the sound of a three year old singing itsy-bitsy spider.

3. The spicy cinnamon sweetness of Hot Tamale candies. The hard shell on the outside crunches and the spicy sweet goodness overwhelms your mouth. Yum.

4. The greeting my dog gives me when I get home. She wags her tail with her entire body, and acts as though seeing me again is the best thing that has ever happened to her. The miracle is that she does this every single time.

5. Catching a glimpse of one of my flying pigs. I have a collection of them, many of them gifts from people dear to my heart. To me they are the ultimate symbol of optimism. They just make me happy.

There are so many more small things that make me happy, I could go on for days. I wonder, what small things make you happy?