Friday, March 23, 2007

The Fruits of My Labors

It's been awhile since I posted about my son -- almost a month -- so I thought it was time for an update.

He and I went furniture shopping this morning. Ever since he moved to Enfield, he's been sleeping on an old futon mattress we had lying around in the cellar, on the off chance we ever had company that had to stay the night. (Very off chance.) We actually hadn't planned to wait so long on the furniture purchase, but the weather wasn't exactly conducive to shopping, so that put rather a crimp in our plans. However, today, with sunny skies and temperatures into the 40s and 50s -- 10c to 15c, for my European readers -- today we drove north to Ossipee, NH, to a place called Green Mountain Furniture. (I have yet to figure out why Green Mountain, since the Green Mountains are in Vermont, and this shop sits firmly established in the foothills of NH's own White Mountains.)

And there we found it, a replacement for the futon he had to leave behind in PA. There were, actually, quite a few futons, and I would have preferred that he buy one that was a little more expensive -- it was our housewarming gift to him -- but he really liked one that was a little less money, with a firmer mattress. (My only problem with it is that I thought the other frame was sturdier. But it's his furniture.) Now the only other thing he needs is some kind of easy chair for his living room, and he's all set for furnishings -- more or less -- I mean, that living room is really only big enough for an easy chair and a couple of tables! But a sofa-bed, an easy chair, and a few occasional tables are hardly "furniture." Frankly, it strikes me as an austere lifestyle.

But that's Chris, the original "I have all I want" man (his standard response to, "What would you like for Christmas, Sweetheart?"). Once he finds a chair he likes, he will have everything he wants: A good job, a place to sleep, a place to sit, and a place to eat, since his kitchen comes equipped with a "bar" arrangement for eating. A true minimalist, and his furniture style reflects that: Craftsman. Simple, rugged, masculine, uncomplicated.

Now (whispers Mom), if only he could find a simple, uncomplicated, outdoorsy, but totally feminine girl.... ;-)

4 comments:

Mimi said...

Once he finds a chair he likes, he will have everything he wants: A good job, a place to sleep, a place to sit, and a place to eat, since his kitchen comes equipped with a "bar" arrangement for eating. A true minimalist, and his furniture style reflects that: Craftsman. Simple, rugged, masculine, uncomplicated.


And, then, he'll find a feminine, fru-fru loving, floral girl, and be head over heels.

Susan said...

Mimi, you are so on target with that observation!
Our children often surprise us with thier choices!

Philippa said...

How I wish he could meet my daughter. Sigh. But she's involved with another guy. Figures.

Meg said...

I'd thought of that, Philippa. But as you say, she's involved with another guy -- and there's no saying whether they would even click or not. So, I will just keep praying to the Mother of all mothers, the Theotokos!