Note to Readers: I wrote the following post for another website but it looks like it will be sitting in the que for awhile, so I thought I’d spring it on you instead.  It has nothing to do with chocolate, but if you eat it with a truffle, you might not know the difference.

When I down-sized from a four bedroom house to a one-bedroom, two-bath apartment (I know, what were they thinking, but I have a teenage girl and she thinks it’s her room) I had to make some sacrifices.  Which in my case meant going from three sofas to two, relinquishing the movie room for a movie wall, the six hundred square foot home office with fireplace for a twenty square foot corner of the dining room with a scented candle, and the two-car garage for parallel parking three blocks away.  After donating twenty-eight boxes of books to a library in Africa and half my eBay china to underprivileged newlyweds in Tukwila, I was finally finding my inner Feng Shui which is to say, I keep a third eye on the closest exit and leave my fate to the state of some Lucky Bamboo, bought on sale at Safeway. Read More…