Furniture

My Furniture

Over the years, I have had a lot of furniture.  The first furniture that I ever had was purchased for me by my mother.  She and my father had rented me an apartment in Houston to live in by myself.

The day that the apartment was ready, I moved in.  My mother came from San Antonio to take me to the new place.  She also took me to Montgomery Wards that day.

She bought me several pieces of furniture.  She bought me a twin side bed with box spring and frame.  She bought me a dinette set and the two chairs that came with it and she bought me a comfortable chair for my living room.

Montgomery Wards rarely has furniture onsite for immediate delivery.  She dropped me off at my new apartment with my slip of paper indicating the date of delivery and drove away.

The next piece of furniture that I got was a huge couch that was left beside a dumpster at a local apartment complex.  My friend Tommy put it on the top of his Chevette and drove it back to my apartment.  It had a musty smell, but it was comfortable.

When I moved in with what turned out to be my first ex-husband, he had an apartment full of furniture.  We didn’t even need any of mine until we moved into a rental house.  We didn’t buy any new furniture while we were living in the rental house.

We bought new furniture at our next apartment.  We bought a waterbed, a sectional sofa and dresser.  I liked the sofa in the store, but it wasn’t that great at home.

When I left my first ex-husband, I didn’t take any furniture at all with me.  I rented a furnished apartment that was really cool.  The bedroom had a Murphy bed that pulled down from the wall.

I seem to have a lot of furniture now.  My dad keeps bringing me things.  In his defense, he asks if I want it and I always answer in the affirmative.  I actually have enough furniture at this point that moving is a real pain in the neck.