Before and After

It’s really amazing what 12 years of bachelorhood can do to an apartment.

It’s been an arduous process, this moving-in thing.  It’s been far more mentally taxing trying to figure out where we’re supposed to store all our stuff than it has been coming to terms with my new life.

Then there’s all  12 years of bachelorhood grodiness afoot. Pablo found a dried-up mouse someplace and left it for us on the kitchen floor. Ick.

But it looks much better now, n’est pas?

Yes, it’s a little heavy on the South American Folk Art.  Coincidence? Perhaps not.  My beloved gravel-art painting and yarn bouquet picture (painstakingly hand-crafted by my mother almost 30 years ago) mysteriously disappeared during the move.   Fifi will admit to nothing but strangely, he always cracks up whenever I ask him about it.  Is he getting back at me for asking him to toss 90% of his furniture before I moved in?