RQS usually comes to my place on Friday afternoons and goes back home on Mondays. If I go to her place, I'll usually arrive on a Friday, and leave on a Sunday or Monday depending on which side of the street I was able to park. This holiday season is different. RQS came up on a Friday, and will not leave here (with one exception) until after holiday season ends. So I'll be catching up with occasional posts which describe what happened....
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The weekend before Christmas followed our usual pattern. RQS arrived on Friday, and we ended up going out to a Chinese restaurant in Mohegan Lake. (It was a choice between having Mexican for the 3rd time that week, or having something different. Different won out.) Once we were finished with dinner, we drove home for the evening.
Saturday came, and we ended up taking care of a couple of errands before driving to Ikea. I wanted to replace a chest of drawers which is gradually falling apart with a cheap, but tolerably solid unit. This would allow me to port clothing from one chest to the new chest, allowing RQS to be able to store more of her clothes at my place. This would make it easier for her to stay for longer periods of time, when she has nothing much to do at her place.
Why did we go on Saturday, and not Sunday? Bergen county, New Jersey has "Blue Laws" which limit the types of business which can be conducted on Sundays. Furniture sales is not one of the permitted business activities. So, we had to make it to Ikea on Saturday. Otherwise, we would have to wait until after Christmas to check out the chest. Once there, we wandered through the store until we found the chest in which I was interested. RQS mentioned that I wasn't sure of the chest's dimensions, and convinced me that I should wait until I was sure of the measurements of the chest. (I had previously measured the chest, but lost my confidence in my measurements, given that I had done this over a month ago.) So, we browsed the store and bought a couple of things before leaving. Just before we checked out our goods, we looked at the packaging for the unassembled chest - each of the two boxes weighed more than I wanted to lift into the car. This meant that I would order the chest, and let someone else deliver the packages to my apartment.
Although we talked about stopping by Lane Bryant while in the neighborhood, holiday shopping traffic in Paramus scuttled this plan, and we went home for the night....
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