The Great Plotnik

Monday, November 12, 2007

The Music Room


The Great Plotnik has finally been won over to the view of The Great Ducknik, something that probably happens more frequently than he is aware. So the new project has begun.

Faithful Plotnikkies must understand that the pool table was part of the negotiation process when the Plotniks pulled up stakes in Stiletto City and moved to Saint Plotniko. Plotnik's hissy fit bore fruit, as he insisted that the two rooms that existed where one is now should be combined so that he could have the pool table he had always wanted whah whah, or else he wasn't moving whah whah and they weren't buying the stupid house whah whah.

There have been several times in Plotnik's life where he ought just to be damned glad that Ducknik has the ability to forgive and forget.

No...not forget. There have been digs. There have been a few...thousand million digs about how much more usable a large living room would be if a BLINKYBLINKY POOL TABLE didn't sit in the middle of it, or we could actually have a party some day if the BLINKYBLINKY POOL TABLE wasn't there or WHO ACTUALLY BLINKY PLAYS BLINKY POOL ANYMORE?

Plotnik has to admit that for the last one, Ducknik is right. Plot doesn't. The kids don't live here anymore and when they do come home there are more important things to do. The only time the cover comes off the pool table is at the Snowy Valley Voice Summer Party. And the ten minutes a week when Plottie is waiting for the water to boil in the kitchen so he runs in, grabs his cue, tosses the balls out of the pockets and runs the table. He is REALLY good, when no one is there to verify.

Not that the pool table doesn't get used for other things besides pool, such as a nice spot for the Turkish carpet you see on it now, or a perfect spot to drop the mail and your house keys when you come in the house. Coats, too. Lots of coats fit on top. Umbrellas.

But it's hard to justify an enormous piece of furniture that is serving as a caddy for house keys. And this is a musician's house. It's time to have a real music room. So the process has begun. It is The Great Plotnik's experience that every house project ends up as three projects. Right now, Ducknik and Plotnik are moving around graph paper representations of pianos and chairs and sofas and tables.

Still, The Great Plotnik World Headquarters, Meatball Kitchen and Billiard Room has seen some grand times on this all-ages piece of fun-iture. If you want to get your licks in, you probably shouldn't wait too long.



3 Comments:

At 1:50 PM, Blogger mary ann said...

How much does THAT THING weigh? That room is going to look great. Will you sell the pool table on craigslist?

 
At 9:32 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

There's a POOL TABLE under there? Having eaten brisket off of it, I thought it was a food holder for the annual Plotnik holiday party!

I say we got Trouble! Right here in Plotnik city! With a capital T and that rhymes with P and that stands for POOL! Remember the Maine, Plymouth Rock and the Golden Rule!

 
At 8:13 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Emilio says to keep it until we buy a house and we'll take it! Of course, that could be seven years from now.

 

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