Music City Musings

As I write this, I am stretched out on our 1930's vintage falling apart sofa. I love this sofa. I want it to last forever, even maybe one more move, but I know that it probably won't. Soon after we got engaged, Nick found this piece of furniture on a whim at this dive of a used furniture store on Walnut Street in Bloomngton. He called me up from his cell phone one afternoon and said, "You've gotta' come see this!"
"Now?" I asked, as I was in the middle of something.
Several minutes later, I met him at "Dan's Used Furniture," and he was grinning ear to ear, very much pleased with himself. "Isn't this a great couch? I thought it looked like you."
So, we looked very closely at it, sitting on it, seeing if both of us would fit comfortably lounging on it as we would be watching movies together in the time to come. Yes, we definitely loved it and slapped down the 75 necessary dollars to take it with us. Our very first piece of furniture together. Sigh. Fond memories...

It is now 8:05, Friday morning, about a year and two months from that incident. About 20 minutes ago, I kissed my husband goodbye for the day as he trudged off to the law school and I back up to our 6th floor abode. We just returned from having breakfast at the Pancake Pantry, a must-do tradition in Nashville. It has THE BEST breakfast in the world, but you have to get there really early in the morning if you don't want to wait in line forever, even on a weekday. And even though I've not tried breakfast in every single establishment in the world, I'm willing to set my cap at this one. I thought about coming back, donning some exercise clothes and taking a brisk walk around Centennial Park along with all the other ambitious, gotts-beat-my-body-and-make-it-my-slave-types, but I've had second thoughts on that. It hurts when I swallow, and my body already feels pretty beaten. Nick didn't feel so good this morning, either. We've both been burning the candle at both ends lately. We get up at 6am and usually don't get to sleep until pretty late. Nick usually tries to get to school by 7am and often doesn't return until 7 or 8 in the evening. I've been trekking all over the place lately, as my almost 16-year old Camry has taken a turn for the worst. Looks like we'll be a one-car family for a while, which means Rebecca will have to become a stick driver. I've had two people attempt to teach me to drive a standard- my dad and my husband. To keep the peace, I've decided to not have a man, the car owner or a family member take on this task again. My friend Heather Ummel (who has also had nightmarish experiences with stick driving instructors) has kindly offered to teach me in the next few days. So, look out world! Well...at the least the people in Nashville!

Ok. My body is telling me it is time to shut down for a little while. Time to take a nap....I love this sofa....