For the past [mumble mumble] months, I've had a couple pieces of what I believe the catalogs call 'occasional furniture' (no word on what the furniture is up to the rest of the time...oh, sure, I'm a side table for my day job, but I really want to be a supercomputer) at the end of my carport: two cute chairs from a garage sale, which were slightly too big for my kitchen, but which I couldn't get rid of because they were cute and red and maybe I would put them on the patio after the rainy season, and then two works-in-progress. These were things that I had started to paint and gussy up when we still lived in Oakland, and then I ran out of time because moving turned out to be, well, a lot of work, but I brought the paint and everything and I was totally going to finish painting them and they would be awesome. Awesome, I tell you.
One piece was a weird little narrow cabinet thing that I had put shabby chic-esque appliques on, and which would have been kind of useful for storing yarn, and the other was a little side table that I wanted to put plants on. Which shows you how deep into my fantasy life I was at that point, because the only thing I do to plants is kill them. So I was putting a lot of effort into something on which to display dead plants next to my red chairs on my imaginary patio, whereas my real patio has a semi-assembled gas grill and assorted debris and the whole thing gets wet whenever the woman upstairs waters the plants on her balcony.
Last week, one of the red chairs just disappeared, and I was kind of upset about it for a few minutes, because someone stole my chair. And then I worked up a nice little fantasy about how someone really needed that chair and it was better for them to have it. Just like Jesus would do, right?
This morning, as I dragged myself and various things out to the car I noticed that there is no longer any furniture in the carport. So now I can wonder if the chairs were reunited, or if there are two thieves out there who each have a random red chair. I don't know.
I also wonder if I should leave the rest of the paint out, since the table and cabinet really, really need at least one more coat and some serious finish sanding before they can be considered decent. What does it say about me that I am concerned that people might think badly of me because the stuff they stole from me isn't good enough?
Ultimately, though, I'm mostly happy to just have it all gone, since it's just more stuff that I don't actually need, and one more project to cross off the list.
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