Let's stop at the hutch.
The room had slowly been taking shape and as Eric worked very diligently to put all of this furniture together, when our progress took a detour. The hutch we had ordered for him (I didn't want one) kept getting delayed. He and I are alike in that when something is supposed to arrive on time and doesn't, we get a little irritated and start looking at other options.
Our option was (1) wait for the hutch to arrive in 1, 2, or possibly, 3 days late. Or (2) to cancel the order altogether and find one in a store that we could pick up ourselves.
Despite being on my second week of a nasty bout of bronchitis, it was a beautiful day yesterday that couldn't be wasted. So after locating a hutch online at a store in Hillsboro, Oregon and calling to confirm that it was physically there, we decided to go on a drive.
It turned into one of those wonderful adventures that no amount of planning can create. We took back roads through Cornelius Pass to Portland. The scenery was gorgeous, the weather was alternately sunny and wet. The mottled sun through the mossy trees made for a lovely drive. We joked and sang along with the radio (Eric changing all of the song lyrics to match the traffic situation and his excitement about finally getting his hutch.) It was one of the most enjoyable drives I've ever had.
We arrived in Hillsboro, were in and out of the store with the hutch in about 10 minutes, turned around and arrived home about 3 hours after setting out.
It was a little magical really. All because of a hutch.
Hutch, and no hutch. Or as we call it, Starsky and Hutch. (I'm Starsky.)
The finished product. What a difference compared to the way the room looked before.