Why would someone put a white couch in a rental unit?

We are only renting our current place until June 30. However Hubby's agreement with Harvard is he will be there until July 31. Also, our place back home is rented out until July 31. This raises the small problem of where we will live for the month of July. Even though Hubby keeps reminding me that "we have a tent", I'm not too keen on that option so I've been pushing for a real apartment to rent for July.

We saw one a couple of days ago that was ok but not entirely suitable. The place said it was good for kids, but they had a white couch, a large mirror standing on the floor leaning against a wall like some faux Palais de Versailles evocation, and a very small "second bedroom" that was essentially big enough for a double bed and nothing else. Oh - and no dressers in either of the bedrooms. And one small closet. We expressed interest after seeing it anyhow because, hey, we could make it work (and drape a big blanket over that couch to protect it) but they decided they didn't want us.

Hubby was crushed and proclaimed the meeting "a disaster". The kids were in tow that day and full of beans but hey, those are my kids and that's what they will be like. They weren't obnoxious (or maybe they were and I'm just immune) but the couple renting the place was young, no kids and would be living upstairs so clearly not ideal.

So today we saw another place. Cheaper rent, just as good location, but a very elderly cat to look after. 21 yrs old. Rickety. The apartment owner has been renting out for summers in the past and keeps warning people that "the cat might not make it". I'm not even sure the cat will make it to July.

This other place is very modern - renovated loft / Ikea / stainless steel / industrial sort of modern. Again, not perfect - but at least the couch isn't white! So we'll confirm our interest and see where it goes. Fingers crossed for us.

The kids were not in tow for this one, so we think our chances are better.

In other news...

I notice that Hubby has been sneaking the Irene's all-natural cinnamon rugelach bits out through the side of the package rather than opening it up entirely, keeping the sticky paper in place. They were on sale at Whole Foods - half-price. So of course I bought two packages. Maybe Hubby thinks that we won't notice the sneaking and disappearing bits? Except that the package is transparent...

Finally, this acrostic poem from a classmate of Kid#2 makes us laugh each time we recite it - which we do frequently. So I reprint it here, without permission from the original author, in honour of the upcoming snow flurries, signifying (I hope) winter's last blast.

Snow is falling.
No grass.
Oh my god!
Where's the grass?!