This week we finally found time to do something about our broken coffee table. Particularly, to do something about replacing it. The obvious things to do are shop for a new one or rearrange our lives so we don't need one at all. We went for the first option.
Particularly we went to the Volunteers of America thrift stores in town to shop. No sense buying new junk when we could get some dead person's old tank of a coffee table. And one of the coffee tables we found was indeed a tank, old heavy wood with a shelf underneath. It would need refinishing, a process that --- from my having once helped my father refinish a table, back in 1994 --- seemed like it should be not too hard except we'd need my father around 1994 to do it. So that's probably not for us.
There was a lovely table, a glass top with a shelf underneath. But the shelf underneath was this wicker thing, and even if it's solid enough for a rabbit to jump on and scamper around on --- which we know she would do --- it'd also be something she could never, ever stop chewing on. There was also a three-foot-square glass table that looked pretty good, but which would occupy all the space in our living room.
We found a couple others, like a smallish round table that would also have needed refinishing. Or some gigantic ones fit for those people who have houses the size of subdivisions. Not us.
As might be suggested by my talking about shopping for a table, we didn't buy one. Just nothing quite right there this time. There is another thrift store in town we didn't have time for, but we also haven't had time to get to that and we're not likely to before ... uh ... next Thursday. If that one even has furniture; I don't remember. We'll figure something out, in time, I'm sure.
I have finally emerged from June 2024 in my photo roll! Now please enjoy ... 3rd of July fireworks!
One of the boxes of fireworks that ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bunnyhugger's father had gotten, the fun-styled Retrosaurus. It's just enough over the top in design to come back around and work.
Another of her father's finds, the Black Cat that totally isn't the one from the battery logo, right? Probably?
And then here's Candy Land, sitting on top of the Retrosaurus box.
Off to her parents' town's fireworks. Some nice clouds moving in as the sun sets.
bunnyhugger gets her tripod set up so she can take better pictures than me.
There we go! Show's started.
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