This morning, the collapsed table—and all the things piled on it—spurred this old lady to search for something to remedy the disaster. Gratefully, among my overabundance of possessions, I have this plastic table. Until the “downsizing” is complete, I need this “work surface.”

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2:40 PM and I’m hot and tired. When I get started—whatever the project—there’s never a stopping point. I limped indoors, turned on the air-conditioner, and swallowed an Aleve. Picture-taking and blog-making are relaxing. (Grammarly just corrected me. I thought: Picture-taking is… and blog-making is…; why am I supposed to use “are”?)