We've moved everything out for the moving sale. We've sold quite a bit, I am very grateful to say. This has left our den barren. No couch. No chair. No end tables. No ottomans. Just nothing. We still have the long table that houses our television and this computer, but that and the hat wrack are pretty much the only grown-up stuff in the room.
Edwin brought DeLaynie's table and chairs in from the kitchen. Her slide is still occupying the great room, along with the single, half-full toy box that we saved. You may think that this is a depressing sight. DeLaynie would beg to differ. She loves the openness. She loves that almost everything in the room is hers. She loves that she can sit her rice box right in the middle of the room and plop down in it. There's none of that pesky furniture to get in the way.
Edwin and I like it too. It's nice to not have to worry about running into anything while trying to get to the bathroom. This idea worries me deeply. I stay awake at night thinking about it.
It would be nice to have, oh say, a chair other than the desk chair to sit in. It's worth not having it though. We're thinking about bringing the air mattress into the den. Sounds like fun to me.
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