The City treated me kindly

Mr. Gadget and I have returned from our foray into The City. I managed quite well without any of the coping aids I spoke of before. I'm sure the trip was made easier by our early arrival at BCG's apartment (10 a.m....a/k/a "the crack of dawn" to most young single city folks), and the fact that Mr. G. kept the speedometer down in a reasonable range so as not to jiggle the table around and possibly break off some of his carefully glued and grouted tile.

Not only that, we found a parking spot right in front of BCG's apartment. She and BCBF came down to meet us (I'm getting quite good at this text-messaging thing), so there were sufficient bodies to schlep all the stuff without having to leave anything priceless on the sidewalk.

The table looked smashing in its intended spot, and its triangular shape allows for a nice little pathway into their small yet cozy kitchen.

"Don't you want to sweep up those dust bunnies first....before we put the table up against the wall?" I asked, trying very hard not to sound like the nagging mom of old.

"No, that's ok," she said. "Maybe Dad will build us a vacuum next?"

Once the table was in place, Mr. Gadget retrieved his drill from his tool box (never leave home without it when visiting offspring, he always says), and mounted this:

It's one of her grandfather's architectural drawings...something both she and her brother wanted as a special remembrance. This one was drawn in the early '60's and has a slight patina that is nicely complemented by the pale green wall. It might even have a coffee stain on it.....what a treasure!

Also included in this morning's special delivery was a batch of mom's Snickers brownies and a bottle of Pinot Grigio that dad slipped in at the last minute. They and their gang of dust bunnies will surely have a joyful and celebratory New Year's toast.

We made it home in good order thanks to Carol, our able-bodied GPS. She only messed up once, but then nobody's perfect.

I believe I overheard BCG and Mr. G talking about future furnishing possibilities. There may have been the sound of a metal tape measure being extended. So I suppose we should keep Carol handy for our next trip. Maybe I'll plan to take Betty too. You know, Betty the Bissell.....