The life domestic

After yesterday's 14-miler (at a 9:08 pace, well done sRod) wifey and I got our domesticity on.

At the end of my run, I called wifey to tell her that I was on my way bach home. It was already 10:45am so she was going to head over the farmer's market with some friends and I would meet up with them there after I showered.

Let me take a minute to explain what just went down there. First, wifey loves to food shop. She is one of those people that will go down every aisle of the super market--even the aisles she will clearly not be buying anything from. She just enjoys going to the grocercy store and spending hours there. And the farmer's market? If wifey had her way, she'd talk up every farmer about their growing technique and what is in this sausage and how are these plum tomatoes different from those plum tomatoes. I, however, do not have this love for groceries. I am surgical when it comes to food shopping: get in, get your list, get out. I try to make it as brief a process as possible. Now, combine that with the general fatigue from running 14-miles in late July, and you will understand why I was ecstatic when I found out I would be spending minimal time at the farmer's market.

Anywho, so I get home after the run to find that wifey has left out everything out for me in bathroom (deodorant, q-tip, etc.) and even took my favorite shorts out of the laundry (the clean laundry). All this was in the effort to get me out of the apartment as quickly as possible, but I did get a smile across my face when I saw all this laid out.

After showering I headed over to the farmer's market and eventually found wifey and two friends bobbing around the sea of people that had flooded Union Square just in time to have brunch! Score! I love brunch after a long run. We went to a place called the Farmer's Friend Country Cafe where I ordered the Boomer Special: scrambled eggs, ham, home fries, and two pumpkin pancakes. Sooooo good! As you can imagine, the food did not last long.

After the feast, we walked around a bit and eventually left our friends and headed uptown to the land of furniture stores. You see, we have had this couch for three years now:



There is one major problem with this couch: it is a love seat and not a couch, therefore it is tiny and can't really be used for couchy things, like laying down to watch TV or seat more than two people comfortably. We have had our good times with it, but it's time to move up to big people furniture.

Since it was only about 4pm we decided to browse through some of the furniture stores in town to see if there was anything we liked. After a store or two we get to the good ol' Crate & Barrel. Halfway through the furniture department we found this guy:

This picture isn't flattering, but it is a really nice couch: it's wide and deep, and is made of some space age microfiber velvet concoction that is allegedly able to repel everything. Which is good, because very few things stand up to the sweaty runner test. Not that I would sit on the couch drenched in sweat, but there have been occasions that I don't get to shower before eating Saturday morning breakfast on the sofa.

We poked around the store a bit more, but we were really in love with this couch--so we bought it! Woo hoo!! And thanks to the fact that we live so close to the shipping center, it'll only cost $79 to deliver it to our apartment. So this time next week (actually, by Thursday of next week) I'll be blogging from a new couch.

Fresh from our couch purchase we started heading over to the subway and realized that our new couch is a very similar color to the walls of our apartment. Which means we get to paint! Yeah for big people arts and crafts! We stopped by The Home Depot and picked out Embellished Blue for our living room. (Now you know what we're doing today.)

When we got home with our paint cans, rollers, and veggies (yes, we were carrying around produce all day), we noticed a moving truck parked outside our building. Ooooo, new neighbors! I look inside our building and notice that they are taking the unit right underneath ours--which is fantastic, because the people that lived there before were not happy people. So we struck up a conversation with our new neighbors and turns out that they were really cool people. They were excited to be moving to Astoria after spending a couple years in Washington Heights.

When we finally got in the apartment we plopped down on the soon to be replaced sofa. We ordered in Greek food and watched Dan In Real Life (eh, it was alright). I was passed out halfway through the movie--I was pooped.