Lounging

We got our list today. The list of everything we lost in the fire and how much money they're giving us for it. One of those things was a patio chair. A cheap, metal and mesh lounge chair that I got at Meijer when I first graduated from college. Something to relax on while I read literature on my miniature porch listening to 23 geese honk at the cheap water feature/hose in the algae-filled "lake." The company that priced everything thought I had this chair. The Tahoe Chaise Lounge. Which, believe it or not, costs $635. So as much as I'd love to pretend I did indeed lose this handcrafted chaise lounge-I cannot. I have to tell the price-fairies the annoying truth. Stupid morals. I guess I'll just go to my grave wondering if God just really wanted me to have that Tahoe. A divine gift of wooden-relaxation tossed straight into my lap. And I'm blowing it.