Found Object

Avocado wants to fix up her room. This is a laudable thing, although her ideas tend toward the grandiose. Still, she's been talking about buying things at Goodwill or other thrift shops. And the other evening, on her way to a babysitting gig, she found a sofa-bed on the street, free for the taking. "Can you check it out for me? Does it look okay?" So I loped down the block and checked it out. Seemed structurally sound and not reeking of cat pee--although of course there's no telling about bed bugs or other effluvia. But she was really jazzed about it. So when the Spouse got home he and I walked down and tried to carry it home. Too heavy. He went and got the car; we propped the couch in the trunk (it would not fit inside, of course) and I drove very slowly while he supported its other end. We got it in to our garage, where it is drying out from the dew, and we're assessing it for usability.

I wonder what our neighbors thought at the sight of the car, the couch, and the Spouse, making a stately process up Arlington Street.