Decor

Okay so today I actually went to someone else's home to tutor.  I know, I know, I GOT OUT OF MY CHAIR, and my body was like whazzup? and then I put all the CLOTHES ON.  and it was a whole new ball game.

Flesh.  Smells.  People.  Speaking.  Interaction.  Cray cray.

Whatever, it's cool, I show up and I am all y = mx + b if that is what you need.  Or perhaps a little metric system converting?  My pleasure.  So anyway I have to drive into these different places all the time and one street leads to another all of a sudden the background is floral sunsets and lushy plants and sometimes the background is barbed wire and used condoms.  It really all depends on where the GPS takes ya.

 I drive up and I realize that I am turning my little Jitterbug of a car into a very nice cul de sac with palatial homes.  I had spoken to this women on the phone four times and my vision was, for some reason, doughy, short-haired and likes farm animals.  Not sure why.  Instead, young latino supermom.  Okay.

So I settle in and of course I don't want to immediately begin ordering a manicurist to buffer my nails, but I do take a look around.  Surreptitiously   I am sitting at the grand dining room table and what I am basically seeing in front of me is a wall decorated with a complete set of china.  And I am thinking, at what point do you decide, like, it's not about the money anymore.  

I mean yes I have lovely china.  And yes, I have lovely art.  Who cares?  We're not playing the regular game anymore.  Now I take my china and I  nail it to the walls. Useless plates!  Also, let's serve the chips and dips on top of Edward Hopper's Nighthawks. Peons...