The Mane Chance – Part 3

You remember the lions, right? Those gigantic marble thingy’s that protect our house in New Hampshire from harm? And who am I to argue with that? After all, nothing dreadful has happened there since we got them.
Except. My ever-shopping spouse bought another house, the way you do. This one’s in Phoenix, and he’d seen it a few times because one of our friends (and his business colleague) lives there. You got chocolates for Christmas (or Hanukkah, or whatever.) I got a house in Phoenix. A house I’d never seen.
Now don’t get me wrong. I am not one to look a gift house in the mouth. How could I, from 2,670 miles away? (I looked it up.) But last week seemed like a good time to go and check the new Palazzo Wilson out, so we did. A mere 12 hours, door to door, and we were there. It is a lovely house, I cannot deny it. Three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a fireplace, and views of the Phoenix Mountains – even the chance to climb them if you must – they’re at the end of the road.
But there was something missing. Furniture. So we spent last weekend we trolling up and down the boulevards of Phoenix stopping at every designer furniture consignment store in town. And there are many of them. We did get some furniture, and arranged for it to be delivered. And then Jay saw them. The final things we needed to make sure our Chi was OK.
Two stone lions.
I let him buy them. I knew it was hopeless to protest. And they were a kind of nice green-ish colour which I thought I could live with. We managed to drag them back to the house with us, and here’s a picture of them at our front door.

Oh, you can’t see them? Hang on a second…

I feel safer already…

Recent Comments

  • jude ryan
    May 19, 2012 - 4:56 pm · Reply

    Well life with the Wilsons is never boring – crazy maybe, not definately never boring. By the way, is there a 12 step program for compulsive lion buyers?
    Hugs to you both – Jude

  • Michael
    May 20, 2012 - 1:11 pm · Reply

    Gabi – A man’s love of lions is his base for “courage” so said Bert Lahr. Be happy they’re of the statutesque type and not live ones by his side as he stands stripped naked in a lion (or loin) cloth and prepares to swing through the palm trees of Scottsdale. Not far fetched for Jay.
    Loved seeing you here. Hurry back.

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