all the small things.

It's true, things have slowed down around here. The arrival of broadband, cable (mostly TLC, HGTV, Discovery, and the 7 omnipresent MTVs), a comfy futon and the complete unpacking of the kitchen have led me to a state of loungey lethargy. The main problem at this point is that, while the apartment is huge, we just have so many small things. Things that need shelves and drawers and cubby holes that just aren't available. Yet.

But we've got a plan. A monolithic structure of Ikeac proportion will be built, lightly sanded with a warm honey finish and a protective coat of varnish, with attractive wrought detailing and fine Scandanavian craftsmanship. We moved out of the city so we could justify buying a truck so we could go back to the city so we could buy Ikea furniture and actually be able to transport it out of the city, or something like that.

We're building, in the post-college, pre-grown-up way that only a couple of twenty-somethings legitimately can: with an allen wrench, an offering to Sven, the god of cross-supports, a poorly translated instruction sheet, and, hopefully, not too many left-over parts.