Part i, the Piano
After a lot of arguing Ben and I have finally obtained a piano. If any of you have been over for dinner in our loverly but incredibly tiny house you will no doubt have heard our Piano bickering. Ben, being of the musical mind that he is, has wanted a piano since... well forever, i guess. I had agreed to get a piano but that was before we inherited the monster table. I have been trying to tell him that it's either one or the other and he didn't agree...
Anyhow, after a lot of searching we found the perfect piano at the perfect price. It's a
Tom Thumb which means it's quite small for a piano (although being in our house makes it look normal sized). It's restored and mahogany (which is NOT Ben's most favorite wood (who has a favorite wood???) but incidentally matches our other more adult pieces of furniture).
Now, we are in the process of trying to find a new home for the Monster Table... Jessica M. would you be interested in taking it, say this weekend? If necessary it won't have to be permanent, we can take it back from you once the addition is built (next summer?)
Part ii, Oh Desert, My Desert...
Ben flew out to Arizona morning of the 3rd. Esther and I drove him to the airport on our way to the beach.
He calls me from phoenix where he and our good friend Mike were to be found in a Mexican restaurant eating delicacies and drinking margaritas.
Ben spent four glorious days in our wonderful home away from home state...
He ate at our favorite places and hung out with some of our favoritest people in the world.
He came back with lots of news about all those we miss and don't keep in touch with (we're awful phone/long distance corespondents).
So I greatly missed him, i greatly missed being there as well, and once i saw the blurry pictures of the landscape between Phoenix and Prescott out the window of Mikes pick-up i almost cried... i did sniff a little....
Postcard to the Desert:
Dear Desert, and more specifically Prescott.
i miss you more than i thought i ever would. The east is too wet, too green, too mildewy. I feel sticky and moist all the time here. With you it was always arid and sweet. I miss your sere disposition, even with the allergies and occasional nose bleeds (every relationship has it's problems, right?). Things are so tough here sometimes. For being so verdant and fertile it's been much harder than i thought it would replanting my roots in the soil. It seems they have become very used to the dust instead.
please give the dry riverbeds a scratch on the back for me... I do promise to come visit soon.
-Libby