When last we met, the couch and the loveseat/chair had moved across the street to be more comfortable, I thought. Not so much, it turns out. In a casual local conversation, I was told that three local residents (of this little neighborhood) had felt that 'it was not fair' that our kindly neighbor should be stuck with the couch and loveseat on
his easement. And instead, that it was, presumably, fairer for the owner of the property across the street from our neighbor to have the furniture on
his actual property, not just on his easement. Or maybe they didn't know the owner of that property and, in honor of tribalism, they privileged their tribe member, over the members of some other, unknown/unliked tribe. In any case, they moved that furniture across that street.
That was Monday late afternoon, I believe. And then, Tuesday, early morning, the couch got up and walked entirely away and threw itself in the ocean in a desperate moment. Or maybe someone
stole the couch. At least, stole it from the loveseat. All day Tuesday, all day Wednesday, the beige loveseat/chair has sat at a yet stranger angle and new position on the 'eight-lots-for-sale' entryway. Somehow, the departure of the couch set the loveseat askew. As the chair pleaded for the couch not to leave? Askew it remains. And alone it remains. The chair stands alone.
