Apparently God loves to shop. I don’t. I loathe shopping. However, I need to buy everything to make my villa livable. Since, to my utter surprise, my Connecticut house has not sold, I will have to do some extremely frugal shopping. I groan at the prospect.
God says, “Katherine, we’ll do this really fast and inexpensively. Trust me. Don’t resist me.” I roll my eyes. God knows me well. “Katherine, what is the mantra you have used in the last year or so?”
“This is going to work out better than I can imagine.”
“Right. And hasn’t it?”
I have to admit that it has, even if not according to my timing or my plans.
So, after unpacking and recovering from the exhausting drive from Connecticut, I decide that the first things I need are a sofa and another bed. I’ll start there. Thankfully, my Internet is working. so I begin perusing Craig’s List. Many people have advised me to go to consignment shops, but lying in bed looking at pictures is all I can muster right now.
I see an ad for mattresses on sale by appointment with a picture of a huge truck with BeautyRest written on the side. That’s good sign in more ways than one. Maybe I will find a bed like the oh-so-comfortable pillow top I slept on at the Days Inn on the road. It was so comfortable I had leaned over and pulled up the sheet to find out what brand it was: BeautyRest. I looked it up on line. Pretty expensive. But, now I make an appointment, maybe I can get something like it on sale.
Then, I look at sofas. Here’s a nice one. A Norwalk. I don’t know anything about brands, but the fact that I have lived near Norwalk, Connecticut, seems somehow serendipitous. This is a goldish color from what I can see, but I want a white or cream colored couch. I almost scan past it.
The Voice stops me. “Go look at it.”
I frown. “But I want a cream or white couch!”
“Don’t whine. It might blend in nicely with those fancy, gold chairs that go with the dining set the former owner left.”
That’s true enough. I study the couch more. Those chairs have classic, curved backs. The couch’s arms are curved in the same way. But, I resist.
It’s not the color I planned for my new home.
“Katherine. Just call. See if it’s still available. And go look at it.”
So, I do. It is. And I do.
I drive 35 minutes up to Bradenton with a dining room chair in the back to see if the colors will blend. Nice neighborhood. Nice man. The couch is already in the garage. It’s big. I sit on it. Oooooooo Very comfy. The pillows are wide and deep. Great for a lounger like me. I like it. But I hesitate. It’s just not the color I had in mind.
“If you don’t like it, you can get something else next year when you sell the house. Lean back.”
I do. Oh yes. Very cozy. Oh, okay. It’s a good temporary couch.
“Good. Blends in with the chair nicely. Buy it. Offer the man $150.”
“Isn’t that insulting?”
“His wife wants to get rid of it. She’s already redecorated. It’s taking up space in their garage. Offer $150.”
So, trying not to grimace, I do.
The man smiles, “My wife said that if you offered $150 to tell you it’s $175, but, go ahead, take if for $150. What the hell.”
“What the hell or what the heaven?” God whispers.
“When can you pick it up?” The man says not having heard God’s rather lame joke.
“As soon as possible,” I say, but I have no idea how or who is going to get this very large thing down to Nokomis for me. I know no one with a truck.
Next, I stop in the mattress place I saw advertised on Craig’s List and quickly buy a BeautyRest pillow top mattress half price. A great deal, and the sample one feels just like the yummy one at the Days Inn.
A very big man delivers it in the morning. “Umm, by the way,” I say as he lugs it in. “If I give you $50, could you go get a sofa for me?’
“Awesome,” he says.
Off we go and the owner helps put the sofa in a small trailer where it just fits as if it were made for it.
Back in Nokomis, my new friend JoAnn brings her husband over who kindly helps carry the sofa into the house.
They leave. I rub my hand over the soft fabric of the sofa, lie down, and stretch out. It is not what I had planned. Better, I think. Better than I imagined. This is the comfiest, nicest couch I have ever owned. Actually, if the truth be told, this is the ONLY one I have ever owned. I have a kind of day bed in my living room in Connecticut. I’m won over. I laugh out loud. “Okay, God. Good choice. I’m never getting rid of itI”
Now all I need is a coffee table, end tables, sofa table, chairs, rugs, everything for the kitchen, a desk, stuff for the den, furniture for both bedrooms, etc., etc., etc. I throw my arm dramatically over my eyes at the daunting prospect. Oh, god.
“Right here, Katherine. Take a nap.” I do. And it’s a good thing given what is coming.
….to be continued