The Couch

Jen and I have a barren living room in the apartment. We don't yet have any furniture to put in it so it is just the large room that we don't use for the most part. That is just fine by me, but we have this tv that we can't use unless we stand and watch it. That doesn't seem pleasant to me so all is left unused.

Then there is today.

As Jen and I left for dinner we noticed a couch on the curb. I sized it up. It wasn't broken are in disrepair. It actually looked to be in fine condition and it was a sectional meaning I could manage it by myself. At first it was a joke at dinner. "We could have a couch", we laughed. But it turned serious when we returned home and the couch was still there. I took a good look at it and we talked it over. It seemed to be in good shape, nothing horribly wrong with it. It was a go. Before I knew it I was heading back to the apartment with section in hand, or arms rather. The ends were beasts! My second trip was aided by an older black man that lives in the apartment building beside us, and then it was there. The Couch. A trophy of my valiant efforts.

Jen didn't like it.

So there it sits, unused, in limbo. Will we ever use it? Was it energy wasted? What of our recently acquired seating? Time will tell, but for now there it sits, potential or folly.