Gotta get outta here.

School vacations suck. School vacations with a sniffly kid suck more. School vacations with a sniffly kid who hasn’t yet made any friends in the neighborhood — at least, none who are also on break — suck the worst. Yesterday we went to the Detroit Science Center, another children’s museum that could be subtitled Short Attention Span Theater. Push this button, watch something happen, race to the next exhibit, push another button, watch something else happen, repeat until exhausted, etc.

Today we’re going to be done with education and go seek out a mall somewhere. My fervent belief is that somewhere in the metro D there’s a nice antique console table sitting around waiting for me to pick it up, along with a Queen Anne breakfront or some other piece of furniture suitable for storing my good china, and also lots of bookcases. And all these things are cheap. And all these things are destined to come home with me, and we will find one another, preferably this week.

In the meantime, I liked John Scalzi’s take on covenant marriage, one of those policies beloved of do-as-I-say-not-as-I-do conservatives, but which turns out, even in GWB’s America, to be a total joke: A covenant marriage also requires a two-year wait before a divorce becomes final, except in cases of adultery, abuse or imprisonment for a felony. …The concept of covenant marriage, which, to put it lightly, has not been a hit, even in Arkansas: just over two thirds of one percent of Arkansas marriages have been covenant marriages since the new variation of marriage was enacted into law in 2001. Simple reason for that: As a concept, it’s pretty damn insulting.

I’ll be back later, with all my fabulous new furniture!

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8 responses to “Gotta get outta here.”

  1. Randy said on February 17, 2005 at 9:46 am

    Nancy,

    As soon as I win the lottery, I shall fund your full time blogging slary in perpetuity. With a furniture allowance.

    This is the week I win, I just know it…

  2. Randy said on February 17, 2005 at 9:47 am

    “full time blogging slary”

    that, and your *salary* as well.

  3. humble reader said on February 17, 2005 at 11:06 am

    Your furniture is in Ann Arbor!! Try Treasure Mart on Detroit Street about two blocks from Zingermans.

  4. humble reader said on February 17, 2005 at 11:24 am

    I forgot the website, http://www.treasuremart.com

    After you’re done at Treasure Mart, stop at Zingermans and buy parmigiano-reggiano cheese. Then go to Cafe Zola for lunch. They have the best coffee in all of A2. As with most A2 restaurants, they’re fusion (French/Turkish/Yuppie) with fantastic crepes all children love. Guaranteed to make sniffly kids cheerful.

    The only reason to live in the Detroit metro area is to go to Ann Arbor.

  5. alex said on February 17, 2005 at 11:33 am

    And if you see any good Herman Miller pieces sitting there unappreciated and underpriced, snag ’em for me!

    As for covenant marriage, you’d think that the states would make it an option for gays. After all, who else would be willing to prove they’re so earnest? I mean besides a hick governor.

  6. Emily said on February 17, 2005 at 1:26 pm

    The Herman Miller is at a cool store in Royal Oak.

    Nancy, you are probably already antiquing, but what you need to do is check out the estate sales that happen almost every weekend in Grosse Pointe. They are advertised in the GP paper – can’t remember what it’s called – The Pointer?

  7. Dorothy said on February 17, 2005 at 9:05 pm

    The Pointer – isn’t that the paper that caught your attention, Nance, right after you moved there? Good luck on the furniture hunt. We’ve been doing unfinished furniture since before we got married, and just this year purchased 4 lovely bookcases. It’s WONDERFUL to have all of our books out after years of having most of them boxed up due to lack of space. I’ve been getting re-acquainted with old “friends” when I’m not reading on line.

  8. ashley said on February 17, 2005 at 9:29 pm

    I say you roadtrip it over to Chitown and go to IKEA. Embrace your inner child by having furniture like one.