One of the things about the Forever Home is that it’s well over twice the size of the rental home we had in West Hills for the previous seven years. One immediate effect was that, even after pulling a lot of old furniture out of storage, there were (and still are) spots and even whole rooms where we need to get some new furniture.
For example, the kitchen has this spectacularly huge island, but needed bar stools.
The breakfast nook off of the kitchen, up until yesterday, had a broken treadmill in it. (To be fair, it’s being repaired, I have the parts, and this was a nice, open space to work on it.) This really nice table and chairs, resplendant with the monthly decorations from The Long-Suffering Wife, is a huge upgrade.
The bar stools swivel, and I tested all four. Most will do two and a half to three full revolutions with one good push, but the one on the far left did 4+! I had to stop it before it finished on its own since diziness and sever nausea were about to cause a mess that I would be just as happy to not clean up. (You might be thinking something like, “He’s an adult, right? Why is he spinning around on a bar stool until he makes himself puke? Is he really that stupid?” For the record, I’m pretty sure The Long-Suffering Wife was thinking the exact, same thing…)
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