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Yesterday, I had a goal of returning the Miata to its place in the garage. I wonder now at the wisdom of that goal, since now I must reshuffle the entire fleet in order to roll out any motorcycle save the tiny Trail 90.
At any rate, contained in the garage were three matched pieces of furniture: a dresser and two bookshelves, made of pine in a walnut stain. These pieces (the drawer of a second dresser fell apart last year and a third (last we saw) took up residence at my sister's house by the University) have followed us from Healdsburg to Nutglade to Takoma Park to Saint Paul to Albuquerque. Before that, they had followed me from apartment to apartment to apartment in San Francisco. Before that, belonged to my mom and they had followed her from Bethesda to Palo Alto. I am fairly certain that they were purchased before my birth when the family lived in Lexington, MA.
The dressers became surplus when we bought the Monster Sideboard from India. But they took nicely to the Casita Vieja. They looked a mite too worn for the Casita Nueva. And so to Goodwill they went. I reckon that someone will find them and get many more years of service from them.
Posted by Underblog at September 9, 2007 11:44 AM
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