Basking on the deck over breakfast

[hrj]

I've been joking that I'm being a real social butterfly this holiday weekend. Saturday was the Performing Arts Symposium in Koenigstadt. It was quite a decent attendance for a small local event on a holiday weekend. I only had a single student for my "harping for dancing" class, but any non-zero number would have been fine. In addition to the classes on various performing arts, the potluck dinner featured a chance to exercise what we'd all learned and practiced during the day: multiple dance sets (with I and my student participating in the dance band) and interludes of poetic or vocal performance. The only thing we didn't get was a performance coming out of the Commedia track, which would have been really cool, but the folks teaching that weren't staying for the dinner and post-dinner activities.

Sunday started out with me attacking the most immediate house-reorganization project. The kitchen nook has been cleared of cookbooks, bookshelves, loose art supplies, and miscellaneous other detritus. The two tool cabinets that live in the upstairs office have similarly been cleared of accumulated stuff, although I haven't yet moved the sterocomponents and LP collection off of them. (These will go down into storage in the 2nd bedroom for the nonce.) Today's task is to similarly clear the decks on the desk in what will be the Art Nook so that the desk can also be moved down into the 2nd bedroom temporarily (first removing the second pair of tool cabinets from the 2nd bedroom). Then the art cabinet and drafting table move from the kitchen nook to the art nook; the tool cabinets move from the upstairs office and 2nd bedroom to the kitchen nook (pausing momentarily to trim half an inch off the bottom of two of them); leaving a space in the soon-to-be-former-office to set up the IKEA buffet and dining room table. Oh, and there's a small formica kitchen table also occupying space that is about to become dining room. I think the best thing for it is to go to Goodwill.

This table is part of the great circle of Table Exchange. It belonged to a former girlfriend who needed a place to store it. We broke up; she never asked for her table back. This is the cosmic exchange for a folding table that I lent to a friend because I wasn't using it and she needed one and I never asked for it back. Come to think of it, I once had a nearly identical formica-topped kitchen table to this one that I think I gave to a friend who was setting up a new apartment at a time when I didn't have a need for it. This seems to be the Way of Tables. So while I might have a slight twinge about giving away a table that technically isn't "mine", I don't think it will damage the fabric of the universe. Hmm. Hey Cryptocosm, need a kitchen table?

The rearrangement project was interrupted by lunch with egoldberg and the sales of some songbooks, followed by a holiday barbeque at a friend's from work (interrupted by getting in a birthday phone call: Happy 75th Mom!). I don't know quite how far the project will progress before the holiday Monday is over, especially since SK is coming over to see X-Men 3 with me any moment now. But in the mean time the cat and I are having a late brunch on the deck with the birds tweeting and the light breeze blowing, and if I use the Hoodman computer screen hood and squint really closely, I can still read the laptop screen. Oh, and the cat has decided that the floor is not Evil any more and she's willing to eat on it again. We're still negotiating proper use of the cat box, but as long as she's shut in the bathroom when I don't have an eye on her, there haven't been any tragedies.

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Conservation of tables

[cryptocosm.livejournal.com]

No, not I - one of the first things I discovered on moving in was the Goodwill store essentially across the street. Since they had a table and three more-or-less matching chairs for under $30 total, I decided at that point not to reclaim the table and chairs the middle brother has been using in Maine. We're negotiating terms (to the extent that "pay me what you think they're worth" constitutes negotiation.)