Tuesday, September 23, 2008
"I have a sofa that somebody can use for a year or duration of my lease, perhaps a visiting scholar, instead of me putting it in storage. I have moved into a furnished apt. but prefer to keep my own couch. I would prefer a responsible person with renters insurance."
Oh, gruesome, slack, leather sofa. I can't believe I'm giving you up for even a moment. But we shall be together again. Oh yes, do not doubt it. Our time will come again. In the meanwhile, I shall find you a fitting foster parent. Your new family will satisfy rigorous requirements. There will be a credit check, I promise you. References will be called. I expect your new guardian will be too busy with the issues of the day to watch television or chat with friends . . . hmm, a scholar, yes, a scholar - someone with no time to sit on you.
You will be taken care of, however. Cleaned. Moisturized. Generally tended to. Perhaps not loved, I concede. But when we are together again, know this, you will be loved.