Today we tried to figure out where to put James’s newly acquired mountain bike, and confronted again that age old truth–no matter how much space a place has when you move into it, you will expand to fill it in no time flat. It horrifies me that two people need a three bedroom place, but…well, I suppose if you consider that I have a home office/studio, it’s not so bad.
James: “This would be no problem at all if we had a loft.”
Ursula: “You have a real thing for the loft idea. I dunno.”
James: “It’d be perfect! The next time we move, let’s get a loft.”
Ursula: “I have a lot of books we’d have to put somewhere.”
James: “We’ll build you a temple of books! With cinderblocks and crates!”
Ursula: “I had kinda been hoping that I’d left the cinderblock-and-board furniture period of my existence behind forever.”
James: “Never! We’ll get cinderblocks and two by fours, and wear bathrobes, and live like hippie kings in a loft built for two.”
Ursula: “….”
James: “The cat can come too.”
Ursula: “….that was either really romantic or desperately stupid, and you know, I’m not sure which.”
