Some pieces of wood are truly sublime.
You put your ass on it after a long day and if it’s truly a long day then put your legs up too. You deserve it.
After M Roger stripped the old stained varnish from this little one, it sat for a while staring back naked.
Now it looks shiny and new.
We bought it right after we moved to our house in Maly. It is the first material investment made so that the new house would look normal.
Of course we had a television and a refrigerator. We don’t have a dinner table. I think we ate in front of the tv.
After purchasing this big round table, our family ate together like civilized people.
BEFORE
AFTER
That was 1970. We grew old and dad passed away.
The six chairs that came with it is now ruined, damaged. They’re in storage. I don’t think they’re salvageable. But I have this.
So I told M Roger, our friendly handyman to apply a fresh coat of varnish on the thing. He did more than that, I believe. And he’s not yet finished.
I updated Google Chrome today and got this when I clicked on the New Tab.
John Brian got the space designated as C1. It’s the left-most unit among three.
It wasn’t the polar vortex that did it and it wasn’t the frosted strawberries up in Baguio either. It’s when we do what we have to do to set it right and there’s no going around it. I looked up to find distractions. I searched for a thought to fill up a shell which I know will echo anyway. I will hear the blame, I will hear the anger, and I will hear the sorry reasons. I will accept a settled handshake from a friend.
I said goodbye to a friend for maybe a long long time. He has to go. I have to let him go. I put the scattered objects of friendship in a box for storage. Let me keep these, my friend.
finding donato 