What is the point of "maturing" from cable-reel coffee tables and director chairs to real furniture that you can't put your feet up on? All "real" furniture does is force you to polish it and treat it nice, like using "coasters" to keep it looking like new.
Lines need to be drawn here - the way (and pace) my knees are going, comfort and convenience should be the driver, not keeping things spiffed up for the increasingly mythical guest. I'm done spiffing - I think its high time I start to redraw the line, sort of let it relax as I age.
I live in a neighborhood where the line is drawn pretty tightly - beautiful lawns, impeccable landscaping, freshly painted houses, tasteful interior decor. Who wants to keep up with THAT load of crap? The real estate person never mentioned these subtle, unspoken pressures when I was sold the house.
I should simply move to a less demanding neighborhood. And put my feet up.
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