Project Move: Day 18 Furniture and Cleaning

    The smell of  egg-meat muffins cooking made me break down and have a second breakfast.  After my sister, Blair, made me one in her Xpress Redi SetGo, I headed off to the designer furniture store to order my sofa bed.  I brought some orange-flowered, kiwi-colored fabric that Blair had given me which went with the kiwi fabric of the sofa that we chose for my new condo.  I explained to the salesman at the designer store, "I also need a whimsical, fun lamp to go with my sofa."
    He showed me a lot of lamps.  A couple were fun and definitely expensive---even on sale.  Then he showed me a lamp on clearance.  It was way too wild for Sierra Oaks, but it matched my fabric perfectly.  "I'll give you 40% off on this.  It does need a new shade, since this one has some dirt on it."  I couldn't really see the dirt, but I took his word that it was there---for 40% off.  I realized that he just wanted me to get the lamp, because it went with the fabric perfectly, and he's an artist.  I love artists!
    When I arrived to the condo to wait for my mattress deliveries, my neighbor told me that the neighbor in charge of programming the gate to my land line was home.  So I knocked on his door.  When he wrote down my name, he asked, "Are you related to Dr. Ulrich?"
     "Why yes!  He's my daddy," I beamed.
     "We were his patients until he retired.  He was the best doctor that we ever had!"  My dad was like Dr. House with a great personality.  He diagnosed tetanus in a patient when it hadn't occurred in the area in 40 years, and no specialist could figure out what the patient had.
      After that wonderful visit, my mattresses arrived and I cleaned the old living room tables of my dad.  Blair had stored them outside her house for years, and the feral cats had been fed on them.  I loved my dad's choice for our family home's living room furniture.  I had danced around those tables so many times while my mom played classical music on her piano.  Even after cleaning and cleaning those tables, they looked awful.  I will definitely have to call a furniture medic.  These tables are priceless in construction and memories.
      It's amazing to me the richness of my family connection now that I'm home again.  My siblings always complained that my ex husband took me away from them.  Now I'm glad that I returned home.  Yes, we had huge sibling issues, but we are adults now.  We've done our therapy and Celebrate Recovery.  We're ready to start over and get to know each other as who we are now.