Imaginary Furniture

Richard got home from work early in the afternoon and we both had a nice nap. He tells me that when he was in Viet Nam, everything stopped after lunch for a snooze, even the war seemed to be on hold. He was there early in the "conflict" as an advisor. There were not so many soldiers there when he went. He was one of only six Americans in his advisory team which worked with about 400 military Mountangard (mountain people) in the highlands of South Viet Nam.

After our nap, we reset the living-dining room into a more functional arrangement. I am not an interior designer, much as I would like to be, and Richard has no sense of color, space or design in anything from clothes to furnishings... No, I'm not running him down, he just doesn't care about such things. I, on the other hand, care a great deal but cannot seem to come up with an arrangement that is both pleasing and functional. In my head is a vague notion of a stunning home such as might be done by one of HGTV's design stars (new or old), but the operative word here is "vague."

Oh well, it'll all work out and we are not even using real furniture for the living room... we have place holder furniture. By that I mean a futon is pretending to be a sofa and the other seating is imaginary at the moment, but I have a mental place for it, so to speak.

Tomorrow, I am going to paint parts of the other house. Our addition has yet to be painted and some exterior areas need touching up. I probably won't get the driveway done because we're going to a car show in the afternoon, but I can finish painting it Monday.

The cats warm up to us at some times and yet seem almost hostile at other times. They're cats and they have no intention of letting us know what they're thinking or what response to expect from them. One minute they're cuddling and the next their hiding under the bed. Like I said, they're cats.

We have a new grocery store! Publix opened today just a mile or two from us. I'm truly pleased with this because the only other close stores are Wal-Mart and Winn-Dixie, and I refuse to shop at Winn-Dixie. I went in there just after we moved here and loaded up my buggy with what seemed to be real bargains only to discover at the checkstand that you had to have one of their shoppers cards to get those prices. Sure enough, on the sale signage in small print was the requirement. I left my buggy right there. If they won't give everyone the same price, I won't shop there. I don't want to be coerced into signing up for their card.

I love Wal-Mart, but they really don't have the variety of brands and sizes I like in grocery items, so I prefer a supermarket for food shopping. Luckily, I think Publix is wonderful and shopped there all the time when we lived in Kissimmee, so I am highly pleased they are just around the corner now.