ok, so. that other desk - who knows. whatever. i'd call that woman names, but she's generating her own karma.

instead. well. a different desk turned up on my beloved craigslist this morning - I think from the time the woman listed it to the time i picked it up was a total of 3 hours. i just grabbed an armload of favorite bits from the basement studio and i'm surrounded by some favorite goodies at my new desk (smelling oddly perfumey) in the kitchen. it's a nice desk. new, not antique (which will allow me to eventually paint it) - very solid, big enough, queen anne legs, etc. using the harvard chair that monkeydad had (would be entertaining to let you believe he graduated from said college, but did not) and next to the window facing the back of the house. this will severely curtail my neighborhood spying. sitting at the dining room table i can watch all the comings and goings and send email to people as they are walking up their front steps to ask them just where they've been. back here, it's more quiet, less distraction, must needs be entertained by stellar jays and crows in the back yard trees.

but I HAVE A FRICKIN DESK. appropriate size. shiny new wood. heavy and solid. of the drop front secretary variety. pictures to follow.

am reading a charming book and hence writing in this silly manner. also must work since husband is off acquiring take out to enable my efforts.