The Chihuahua Bites Again

Sunday evening we went to St. Petersburg hooked up with friends Doug and Charki. We went to dinner at the Old Northeast Tavern, followed by an absolutely hilarious political romp at the Palladium Theater titled Orange is the New Barack.

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Doug and Charki live in a darling old home that they have been fixing up for the past two years. It’s so cute it was made House of the Month for October.

Their home is like TJ Maxx, never the same place twice.

Charki’s wheels never stop turning. Doug is a master woodworker and any idea she tosses him he can build.
And she rearranges furniture constantly. If you were blind in their house your life would be at risk on a weekly basis.

Not us. Jim and I plop our furniture down the day we move into a place, and there it stays until the day we move out. However, Monday I started to think maybe shuffling some furniture around might be a good idea.

I suggested to Jim that we tackle our back patio. Shove the long dining table down to the other end of the screened in porch. Drag the seating area to the center of the space.

He hated the idea, stating every item is ideally placed to take advantage of the four spinning ceiling fans. He mostly didn’t want to do it because he was deep into his morning chores. Sudoku and the daily crossword puzzle. But as he knows, I’m a dog with a bone once I get a notion. His nickname for me is “the chihuahua.”

So he hauled his honey-buns outta’ the chair and helped me. However, when I suggested we put the rectangular dining table on an angle, he refused. Then he left for golf whereupon I angled it by myself.

When he got home, he suggested we call the police because someone had broken into our backyard and moved the table. Now he has to admit he likes it.

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Our next big dinner party will be Thanksgiving on the porch. Dinner for fourteen. Eating Thanksgiving outdoors still strikes us as strange, but it’s strange in a terrific way.  So far I’ve purchased tablecloths and salt and pepper shakers.  Next stop Walmart for a six-foot-long folding table to put at the end of the rectangular one.   Which will require shoving furniture around once more.  I’ll wait until November to drop that bit of information.

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Somewhat related blog posts:

Moving. You can’t always get what you want. But we got what we needed.

Our Impulsive Move to Florida