A table came into our lives about 20 years ago. It was purchased from Ohmega Salvage, evidence again to the maxim Everything is for sale, even though, when the unnamed buyer walked in, it wasn’t.

It lived first in the lower “bedroom” of the condo. Then, when that room became where we slept so I’d stop hitting my head on the regular, it went upstairs, swankafied by terrific lighting hung from the sprinkler pipe.

When we moved from there to here, of course the table came too. This time to the garage, it’s penultimate position along the south wall.

Today saw the table loaded from the center of the garage floor, its final spot of honor, on the back of the truck along with the last two and coincidentally muito velho wicker backed chairs.

It was with a happy song and my heart fluttering as I left. But it was not so simple! After 5 denials – urban ore, 2 goodwills, a Salvation Army and some “flea market” on San Pablo that sure looked like it could use a table by the way – a deflated Zeke called Mme Awesome for a discussion.

The dump was tempting, though more like a tasty dish at the wrong time due to traffic, expense, plus the fricking table for sure has plenty of life. It was at American Steel where, once again, I was to find a taker.

The wunder table, about to help someone new. The guy also gladly accepted the chairs.

Before I was even seated to drive away, the table was being put to use.

A couple of hours later… Mission accomplished!

Tomorrow, super early at 6:20, we leave for OIA en route to Hawaii for a few nights and then on to New Zealand at last!!!