What’s a more masculine way to explain the way Edwin is when he has his mind set on something? Dog with a bone? That’s not very flattering. I’ll have to think on it.
Edwin has been hell bent on furnishing his Richmond apartment. The lease started June 1st, and Chris and I were down there with him on June 19th moving in a TV stand and dresser he found on Facebook Marketplace, paintings and knickknacks from my mom, our old TV, and some household items we got from IKEA on the way down. He’s been coordinating with his two roommates, and it’s been a joint effort, but I have a feeling he is pursuing the effort a little more aggressively than them.
He’s been negotiating prices with people online for additional pieces and just came home with four dining room chairs he found on the curb while he was out getting ice cream with a friend. I’m not sure how he fit those four chairs in his little Beetle. Where there’s a will or a bee or a bone, I guess there’s a way.
My Corner of the Village 