how are you doing during this time of coronavirus?
i mean it. are you ok. are those you care about ok? what part of the world are you in and what are you observing ?
in the states its predicted that this week the virus will express itself and multiply
where i live. as of today it’s officially 2 weeks of lock down.
my chair is broken.
happened a few days ago
it’s a rocking recliner.
i got it for free.
if i am not sitting in it. it rocks
but while i am in it or leaning forward it just goes flat.
what is that mechanism….a spring gone bad??
is it fixable?
it now has sortof a permanent forward lean. UGH
i can use the ottoman to leverage it back but i don’t always sit that way
the leaning forward reminds me of this insane story, that i thought would amuse you.
i use to own a three flat. the basement had a one bedroom apartment.
the basement also had a storage and laundry room
the door to get into the basement apartment was on the way to the laundry room.
i rented to a young couple once. they both were employed as security guards/ they had longevity in their jobs. references were all positive. both were short/ heavy set folks
they move in.
once settled – outside their apartment door, stacked ever so neatly were cases of jumbo size canned ravioli. chef boyardee. yup, the good stuff
just inside the door was their couch. it’s two front legs were missing
leaning tower of couch
to prop said couch they used
you guessed it
jumbo cans of chef boyardee ravioli.
said couple use to leave their door open.
They would sit on propped couch. NAKED while watching TV
and eating…. wait for it,
chef boyardee ravioli out of the jumbo can. OUT OF THE CAN
I’d go downstairs to put a load of laundry into the dryer
and there they were.
as time progressed. ravioli eating naked tenants on leaning tower of couch were home all the time.
i would hear this pop song. it would play over and over and over
something about making babies or all i want to do is be your baby or some bubble gum obnoxious lyric
from the sounds that were coming from said basement.
i’d say they were making a baby. or two or three or whatever.
i had a one year old.
the whole scenario was two much.
eventually these folks stopped paying rent,
of course they HAD to go.
once gone. they left leaning tower of couch.
no jumbo cans of ravioli
and they left of all way bizarre things
a HUGE box of animal porn magazines!!!
oh my gosh.
certainly not something one sees every day
later i wondered, perhaps this was their pattern.
apartment to apartment.
the things folks get away with.
or how odd people are
at a glance if you met this young couple you’d never know.
i cant recall if i’ve written this story before or not.
in my mind there was a set of images taken with my now broken chair.
but for the life of me…
i can’t find them.