I’ve already screwed up and labeled this photo with 12/31 as the date.
It will take a while. New month, new year. (I’ve never be enamored of odd-numbered years.) I was born in an even-numbered year, I graduated from high school, college, and graduate school in even-numbered years. I met Don in an even-numbered year. I even married him in an even-numbered year. None of this was done with that in mind, but it does present a pattern, doesn’t it?
Yesterday, I got a text in the morning from the company manager saying she had found my sofa. By that, I mean the sofa that was in this apartment last year. She recognized it because I’d sent her a photo of it. (The rewards of blogging.) She happened to be in an apartment which had just been vacated by an actor in A Christmas Carol when she saw it. Later in the day, after I’d come back from rehearsal, she and her assistant took me to the apartment to ‘identify’ it.
Yep, that’s it! And, bless their hearts, after a long day for both of them, they switched out the sofas. Now, here’s the deal: it’s also squishy and missing any sort of support. It’s better than the other sofa, but I’m thinking that I’m going to have to shove a piece of wood under a cushion. I’ll get around it.
But doesn’t it look better than that old dark brown faux-leather sofa? It has a slightly smaller footprint, as well. And it lightens up the room. So I’m very happy. The chairs are staying as well, which makes for an intimate little seating area.
Do you say sofa or couch? I grew up saying ‘couch’ but I now say ‘sofa.’ Sort of like I grew up saying ‘pop’ and now I say ‘soda.’
Chairs, I might add, that were purchased a couple of years ago for Kevin Bacon’s dressing room when he was here starring in Rear Window. I didn’t know that little bit of information until yesterday.
It’s looking very nice in here and I’m enjoying what Don labels my “Mary Tyler Moore Life.” We were laughing last night about the fact that there is absolutely no wall space at home on which to hang my quilts. So the only chance I have to see them on display is when I come to my pied-à-terre in Hartford.
This is the first time I’ve been in Hartford on New Year’s Eve. They celebrate by having fireworks in the park at 6 pm and again at 12 am. I watched the 6 pm display from a window in the hallway of the apartment building and they were fabulous! Really beautiful. Bravo Hartford! (I heard the second round as I read in bed, and thankfully, I went to sleep before they had even finished.)
Today, more rehearsal and a run-through. Darko has accomplished so much in two weeks, it’s mind-boggling. It’s going to be a very funny show.
Then a day off tomorrow, with errands to run and laundry to do.
Happy New Year.
Happy Sunday.
