kicked out of house

[kyosanim4711]

Ruth found a job in Iowa, so we have to sell the house. Right now I'm waiting for 7pm, then I have to leave the house and find something to do for an hour. Somebody wants to see the house and they prefer it if the owner is not here at the time.

I'm going to be driving to Iowa by way of Chicago and probably get to see Rocky on the way. If my

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[ruthfw]

I think we did a good job de-Rockifying the place.

Our Frank resin figure is hiding under a scarf protecting one of my Magenta wigs.

They'll still laugh at our furniture. Some day I suppose I will accumulate some good furniture. But paying hundreds of dollars for furniture made out of particleboard, veneer and cardboard makes me angry.

My office at Blue Bunny is in an old house across the street from the factory. It's not in the best of shape, as if everyone were not so busy growing the company, they'd probably have torn it down and built an office. But the doors are solid wood, the doorknobs are elegant, and there is paned glass/wood detailing on the double doors into my office (which was probably once a sunroom--I have a view of the safety galoshes piled on the porch). The rooms are not particularly nice (imagine building an office in your bedroom), but the details are beautiful, if a bit incongruous (conduit running through the wooden-doored laundry chute; industrial bathroom items in the bathroom).

I suppose we can go antiquing.