It was particularly amusing to see this truck in my driveway, and so I had to sneak a quick shot of it!
On Saturday, we sold our pool table. The prospective buyer seemed pretty serious over the phone, so John and I scrubbed our house to perfection before he came.
John even put some cinnamon rolls in the oven. He said that nobody could resist buying our pool table if our house smelled like cinnamon rolls.
When the buyer arrived, he walked into the house, took one look at the pool table, and then said he wanted to buy it.
It must have been the cinnamon rolls, John claimed. I'm not sure how a cinnamon roll would compel one to buy a pool table, but it worked and I am not complaining.
The buyer actually turned out to be an ER doctor I saw when I was pregnant with Ollie. What a small world. I guess that's what happen when you are involved with Craig's List. I even wrote about him here in my Ollie story(you know, the part where they switched the pee samples?). And of course I had to remind him of that fact. It was a very glamorous conversation and I'm not exactly sure why I had to tell him about all that. However, he was the nicest guy and an even nicer doctor. So my pool table has a great home. And I am clueless as to how an ER doctor has access to a Little Debbie's truck.
So, am I jumping for joy that I am finally rid of my pool table?
Even though I did not love the pool table, it did fill the space nicely. The drums DO NOT fill the space nicely at all. Now, the entire flow of my house has been disrupted and reduced to a bachelor pad. I am not sure how to proceed. I can do one of two things.
1) Work very hard at converting the space to a presentable music room. This will take more time and money than I have at present. In the long run, I think the boys will love this. The drums would finally have a home--I feel like the drums are here to stay and I might as well embrace this fact. In the short run, it will stink because my house looks really bad.
2)Temporarily(or permanently) banish the drums to the corner of the front room. It's not my favorite room anyway, so I don't care if it's disrupted. Then, run down to my fav antique store and buy an inexpensive-but-cute-and-funky-huge-table...and plop it right down where the pool table used to reside. It will be my craft/sewing/scrapping table and the boys can also use it to color and do their crafts. I think the whole family would love it and get great use of it. Pros?The flow of my house returns. Cons? No music room for the boys--the drums will forever look like an afterthought.
What to do! I know this is a decision I will ultimately have to make on my own. But, if you have any bright ideas, feel free to share!
So long pool table...my laundry table...my craft table! I will miss you. But not for long if I get a craft table.