The first of the month must bring innumerable values to the streets of Manhattan. We've certainly never noticed. Life passed by. We had our junk; we didn't want anyone else's. Well, the morning of our move the antennae's were buzzing. Now that we were moving it seemed as if half of the Upper West Side was moving along with us. And the sidewalks were filled with -- plausibly -- useful stuff. Would this table work on the patio? If we fixed the three legs of this chair, would it be awesome? The temptation to pick stuff up was overwhelming. We did find two chairs and a table that we've put, temporarily, on our deck. They've seen the sun. But they work -- and have come in handy. Glad we very, very awkwardly lugged them two loooong blocks to the car. We also took our rooftop chairs and put them 0n the patio. Also, the furniture from storage arrived. Very special stuff. From Helena's family. NOT Ikea. Beautiful. Someone who believed their work was a craft built this stuff. We think it's great that our furniture has history... and family roots. Well, at least some of it does. We bought a bed set from Crate & Barrel. The bed was, for the most part, easy. The dresser? Hard as hell (did I say that already). Perplexing, confusing, and, again, hard as... hell. Besides, that, we've been cleaning, cleaning, cleaning.
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