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As yesterday began with weirdness of dream, this morning began with insomn-iness of ya. Or, as some of you may have seen at some early hour:
The brain was a mighty dreamin' thing,
Anxieties brave and sure,
Insomnia set sail this day
For a threee hour touurrrrrrr....
I had the chance to sleep in after that, though, and did- because today was a late-morning-departure Rochester day, both for shopppp-pinnnng and work errands, and Emily was the reason for the former and the company for the latter.
We've been gradually furnishing her soon-to-be apartment; friends, neighbors and her BF have contributed assorted shares to the cause, but the main remaining item of her requestage was a futon- at least the mattress for same, if not a new frame. Ages ago, we had one in our Rochester guest room (which in seven years of living there as man and wife had maybe one guest), scored from a funky joint on Monroe Avenue named Shelter Goods. Said Shelter went back into its shell and disappeared sometime in the 90s, and our purchase from that store went mostly out to the curb over the past decade (we still have the bottom two thirds of the frame), but I'd heard through a mutual friend that the same people still owned a futon place closer to RIT, and that was Emily's reason to join me in my worky travels today.
I hate to admit this as a guy, but I do get lost from time to time, and West Henrietta Road is one of the routine mental-block sources of my lostiness. There are two cross-streets named Crittenden that intersect it, several miles apart, and that confuses my orderly little brain. And so, after driving into town (exiting two exits early so I could check a "check gas cap" idiot light on my dash that is STILL lit on my dash despite checking, and fixing, said gas cap, and then re-exiting one exit early because, hey, that's where I ALWAYS exit on work trips), we got lost on NY15, unsure where Futons and More actually was. Or were.
I'd seen another bedding place in the route before then, with a sign in its parking lot advertising futons, so we doubled back and checked it out so I could Google the real destination without breaking our new Texting While Driving law. They had exactly two full-size futons fitting the kid's specs, only one of which was even an option. I noted the price, told the dude we'd be in touch, and headed back past the wrong Crittenden and toward the right one to check the selection at the place I'd meant to go to in the first place.
And there, a few miles from the old Monroe Avenue location but infinitely close to it in spirit, was the virtual twin to the futon mattress and frame that we bought from the same people, lo some twenty years ago. Which were perfect for what Emily wanted. Sealing the deal, though? Weren't those- but, rather, these: the geegaws on the walls of the store-
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The brain was a mighty dreamin' thing,
Anxieties brave and sure,
Insomnia set sail this day
For a threee hour touurrrrrrr....
I had the chance to sleep in after that, though, and did- because today was a late-morning-departure Rochester day, both for shopppp-pinnnng and work errands, and Emily was the reason for the former and the company for the latter.
We've been gradually furnishing her soon-to-be apartment; friends, neighbors and her BF have contributed assorted shares to the cause, but the main remaining item of her requestage was a futon- at least the mattress for same, if not a new frame. Ages ago, we had one in our Rochester guest room (which in seven years of living there as man and wife had maybe one guest), scored from a funky joint on Monroe Avenue named Shelter Goods. Said Shelter went back into its shell and disappeared sometime in the 90s, and our purchase from that store went mostly out to the curb over the past decade (we still have the bottom two thirds of the frame), but I'd heard through a mutual friend that the same people still owned a futon place closer to RIT, and that was Emily's reason to join me in my worky travels today.
I hate to admit this as a guy, but I do get lost from time to time, and West Henrietta Road is one of the routine mental-block sources of my lostiness. There are two cross-streets named Crittenden that intersect it, several miles apart, and that confuses my orderly little brain. And so, after driving into town (exiting two exits early so I could check a "check gas cap" idiot light on my dash that is STILL lit on my dash despite checking, and fixing, said gas cap, and then re-exiting one exit early because, hey, that's where I ALWAYS exit on work trips), we got lost on NY15, unsure where Futons and More actually was. Or were.
I'd seen another bedding place in the route before then, with a sign in its parking lot advertising futons, so we doubled back and checked it out so I could Google the real destination without breaking our new Texting While Driving law. They had exactly two full-size futons fitting the kid's specs, only one of which was even an option. I noted the price, told the dude we'd be in touch, and headed back past the wrong Crittenden and toward the right one to check the selection at the place I'd meant to go to in the first place.
And there, a few miles from the old Monroe Avenue location but infinitely close to it in spirit, was the virtual twin to the futon mattress and frame that we bought from the same people, lo some twenty years ago. Which were perfect for what Emily wanted. Sealing the deal, though? Weren't those- but, rather, these: the geegaws on the walls of the store-
( Read more... )