I am coming to terms with today’s offering of goodness. Yesterday was a bit cool. It should rain this afternoon. I have resigned myself to reveling in the glories that are already so easily at hand, down here in the cellar. There are 2 laptops nearby that are ancient. I don’t think that even the most avid electronics “Tech” (what Father was back in the day) would care to blur their vision with even a mere glance of such unattractive items. Maybe the sun will come out tomorrow. All things determined to be of no practical use, of mine or otherwise, shall be taken to the local trash heap for a proper form of disposal. I just need to determine which of the boxes in my 20×20 storage area actually filled with treasure, and which of those are more similar to that which fell down here yesterday morning, from the top of the stairs. The heavy load came from an old drill. I had failed to notice that the cord was precariously situated underneath the other items. The center piece of my own kitchen table had a large bowl with matching plate. The bowl took it “big -time”, while the serving tray made it through. That would have been enough for The Good Will to take in for/from me. For this early fine, fine, and wonderful day I will consider the neatening of all spaces near and far, (down here with me) so that I have room for the next load. Three office chairs, an old rocker made from 2x4s, and a larger square end table await some type of disposal. My old buddy’s, grandma’s fold out table with flaps, will stay for now, along with the wide dresser, to move boxes over, and onto.
New; A swift and gallant springing, moves forward from the morning shore, a crisp and gentle songbird offers sweetness in delight, a flow of moving oceans reflecting all that’s bright, the pushing waves come back again, revealing so much more,………………………………….
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