La joi de vivre

I heard a noise outside my living room window. It sounded like a parade... some cheering, the sound of beating drums... and just a lot of commotion. “I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter...” It was a parade all right...one that was formed for the purpose of moving someone from one place to another. Each member of the parade was carrying a piece of furniture, a box, or something from the previous location. Going down the street were... a mattress... chairs... a couch... pushcarts loaded with stuff... grocery carts loaded with boxes... even a wheelbarrow loaded with things.

I'm not making this stuff up! Wow... good to be home.