My husband and I went on a long hike last week. He was my guide, taking me to a shrine he often visits. When we got to the foot of the stairs that lead up to the shrine, I had the sudden urge to start singing Led Zepplin's "Stairway to Heaven." I held back on that urge since I don't know the words and I had to save my breath for all those stairs. I would guess there were enough stairs to equal 12 flights of stairs. Half way up, a beautiful calico cat came out of the woods from the nearby neighborhood, and we stopped to look at her as she stopped to look at us. Most of the way up was quiet with only the sounds and smells from the evergreen trees lining each side.
On our way home, Matt commented how, in 22 years of marriage, we have never bought a sofa. We have had hand-me down sofas given to us, but we have never bought one. My mother-in-law gave us our first sofa. She has wonderful taste, and it was the nicest piece of furniture in our apartment. We have never bought a T.V. either . If I were to own a sofa, I would want this one. It looks comfy.