Saturday, January 17, 2009
Some Days It's Not Worth Chewing Through The Leather Sofa
Today is a day of upheaveal here at the Lodge. We are getting ready for our annual Groundhog's Day celebration and that means work, and lots of it. In years past this has always been a small affair with just some family and a few friends. It was small, intimate, and cozy.
Not this year.
This year Flannery invited some thirty to forty people and everyone said they were coming. Now our tiny abode will not accomodate that many people comfortably, and I'm not so certain that it will hold half that many.
To complicate matters, the In-Laws are giving us their large leather sofa, as well as a loveseat, TV stand, TV, and whatever other cast-off furniture they feel like shedding. This is wonderful, as our two children have been working very hard at ruining the furniture we already have, e.g. holes cut into our sofa and chairs, food and drink stains, kicking out the speaker of our vintage radio, small fires, artwork done in paint and marker, broken glass, and just a general disregard for having a stick of furniture that doesn't look like it was rescued from the city dump. Bums living under a bridge wouldn't want our furniture.
So we are getting their lovely, gently-used furniture, which is great because our home will no longer look like a crack house turned into a small daycare center when everyone arrives for the party. The rotten part is that we have to find room for the old furniture.
The only solution that I can see is making a large bonfire out of it so that some of our party crowd will have something to warm themselves by in -10 degree weather outside. I am more than a little daunted by the sheer effort it is going to take to clean, rearrange, put away, throw out, haul off, and reconstruct our house for this one shindig. I have been working my ass off for a week and am only now starting to see the dent I've made.
Well, back to work. The moving truck is here.