Uh…work got in the way…so I’m publishing this blog on central time, because it’s only 11:00 there, and still July 6th.
I talked to a kid today who has every time on his watch and sets them differently depending on what he needs to do. Right now he’s going on San Francisco time all the time. I have no idea how he makes his life function. The cooler thing was that his first and last name meanings combined together made his name mean “summoner of fire.” We had a cool conversation about it after talking about the Higgs-boson, and how he told me he’s going to get two degrees in physics and computer science so he can design models of the universe. There are some times when this job is cool.
So, today I’m grateful for folding chairs and tables.
Some of you might know this about me, but I keep a lot of stuff in my car. This is a habit I picked up from my friend Todd – who kept everything but the kitchen sink in the trunk of his Mitsubishi Lancer. This car took us on many marvelous adventures and things accumulated – we always found what we were looking for. From a sweatshirt to a Ouija board to our middle school yearbooks. The Lancer had it all.
This meant that when I got a car, everything just went into the trunk. In my first car, my totally bomb 1990 Toyota Corolla in baby blue, the trunk wasn’t that big so I had to be picky. I had all the emergency stuff – jumper cables, flares, a blanket, extra scarves and gloves. I also had a pair of shoes, random clothes, way more window scrapers and brushes that I would ever reasonably need with a car that size. Regardless – when I moved into a different apartment I had forgotten to take a bunch of nice dresses on hangers out of the trunk. I was in Milwaukee for a wedding and accidentally ripped the dress I was going to wear. What did I do? Went in the trunk and got another dress. Like a boss, friends. I loved this car. I still love this car. It had no blind spot.
Now, what does my car have to do with folding chairs and tables? Well now I drive a different car that my dad talked me into getting. This car has been both a blessing and a curse. It gave me a lot of expensive repair trouble at first that was unexpected, and it’s a HUGE wuss when it comes to real Minnesota winters. However, I can store a lot of crap in this baby.
Yep, that’s my swagger wagon.
What it comes down to is that because I have so much room in this convenient little hatchback not quite a station wagon thingy, that I keep a folding table in it at all times.
This comes in handy times like now, when I temporarily have to live in another building and I don’t have a lot of furniture. Guess what I’m using right now? Yep, that folding table that everyone thinks is super weird to have in my trunk. Forget you people, it’s handy. I’m grateful for folding furniture.
My mom and stepdad have a ton of folding chairs and tables. Assorted family members borrow that stuff at all times of year – rummage sales, parties, whatever. We use them ourselves at gatherings and parties, and they are nice folding chairs, real cushioned and comfy. You just can’t fight the convenience of furniture that you can hide. So I’m grateful for the convenience of folding furniture. Hurray!
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