New art (not mine, but mine)

I bought a lithograph at the student art auction. I think it looks nice in the guest room (that still has no bed). The artist is "B. Hines" which I am still thinking is some kind of Bart Simpson fake name.

Chicago Ikea

I have just set out on my adventure. I left Crawfordsville at 3:30, a whole five hours later than I had intended. Packing and preparing for an adventure like this, everything needed to be just right. There were more details to attend to than I had anticipated, but at last, I was on my way. Only two hours later, did my exhaustion hit me, and I pulled off to give the cats and myself a break at the Dairy Queen. While my destination tonight was to be a beautiful state park, my intent for the afternoon was an Ikea. Oh, Ikea. Land of dreams. Or make believe. Walking among living rooms that are not my own. Dream kitchens. Tiny, efficient European apartments. Everything slick and clean. That is what Ikea is. Before I left California, I had grown tired of the furniture, the doo-dads, the predictably likable nature-inspired patterns, but I still enjoyed going there, buying a cup of coffee, and walking around the fantasies. This is what I sought, as I gave my kitties a rest from their boxes for the evening.

Ikea now offers another wonderful thing... free WiFi! Alas, my laptop in my trailer in the parking lot cannot pick it up.