Shopping the Possibilities
“What do you think about this Max?” Dee was shopping online for furniture to fill their empty house. Max had his computer set up on the shipping crate that the fridge came in.
“Whatever you choose is fine Dee really it is, I have no preference.”
“I’d really like your input here Max, I don’t know which way to go, London was very modern, and the Chateau is very old. I’m not sure what you would be comfortable with.”
“I’m comfortable with you love so anything you would like I’m sure I would too.” Max was lying on the bed with a book open.”
“Okay you might get something in between; oh I like this, Max will you look?”
“No you can surprise me.”
“I’m going to order, last chance, all right I never want to hear a discouraging word about what you have to sit on or eat on and I’m going to spend tons of money.”
Max smiled, “that’s what it’s there for Dee.”
“This is way too easy it could become addicting.” Dee took a sip of her wine and pushed the final key. “It’s done, in stock and will be here within ten days. I wonder how it will arrive.”
“Probably by barge, assuming it all ships at the same time that is.”
“I ordered you an office although the shipping crate has possibilities.”
“I’m getting used to it a nice rustic touch.”
“Yes,” she turned around on the folding beach chair, “and very versatile too takes its turn as a dining table.”
“I did offer to have it furnished and decorated before you got here,” Max looked over his glasses, “but you wanted to do it yourself.”
“Yes I did its more personal that way, I didn’t want someone who didn’t even know me to furnish my house before I’d seen it. I don’t mind the wait and this is kind of fun don’t you think?”
Max put his book down, “what was it you said…camping out at the beach?”
“Have you ever camped at the beach?”
“No my idea of camping out is if there is no bar at the hotel, fortunately I’ve never experienced that either.”
“We do have a bar here in this establishment, would you like a refill?”
“Yes if you’re buying.” Max held out his glass as she poured the wine.
“What are you reading?” she asked climbing into the big bed.
Max closed the book and handed it to her, “it’s a little strange but good, Australian author. I really can’t concentrate.”
“Oh I’m sorry I’ve been rattling on.”
“No love it’s not you, I’m thinking about the cellar about building the wine racks.”
“Are you going to do that yourself?” Somehow Dee couldn’t picture Max with a hammer.
“Probably not, but I’ll design it. It’s a large cellar don’t you think?”
“Yes, maybe you should divide it up, make a room for your freezer.”
Max smiled, “I’d never seen one before, had no idea such things existed.”
“Are you awfully disappointed about the vineyard?”
“Somewhat, I should have researched it before I came. There is still an opportunity to buy farther south.”
“And that would mean traveling back and forth. Max we may as well have stayed in London and traveled back and forth to Provence. I thought we were through with that.”
“Um well it’s not like we would be living in two places. The one I’ve inquired about is an ongoing thing looking for a new owner. I did promise you no more separation and I don’t mean I would be there and you here. If I do it with your approval of course we would both be involved.”
“I’m not sure I would be of much help, how far south are you talking about?”
“Just over 2500 kilometers.”
“Max that’s huge!”
“It is rather oh well it’s something to think about.” Max was already putting the purchase in motion and felt sure he could bring Dee around to his way of thinking…eventually.