19th July 2018
Kelli continued to clear crap from the garage, lots of stuff that didn’t sell from her booths had been stored, gathering dust. It was time to put it on the side of the road, and wait for the vultures to descend and pick though the stuff. This was aided by a note on Craig’s list offering them for free.
As I was working on my table frame project, cars kept stopping, and people would rummage though the pile, squirrelling items into their car, and then disappearing. Within a short time the pile had reduced. However one item had survived, resisting all the people that had taste, and not been attracted to the ones with none. There had been a lamp at Hudsonville for ages. It started life providing light for the booth, moved around within the limits of the cable length. It became like an unwanted gift that you could not throw away. It became as familiar as the floor tiles, but it’s time had run out.
It was moved into the garage, on to the table where my chop saw sits. I would see it every time I made a cut, gradually getting covered in sawdust, it stood defiant.
Eventually, as part of the clear-out, it could not avoid the hand of Kelli.
It was added to the pile of things, awaiting a new owner, and a new home.
We hoped it would be gone by the morning.
I completed the first part of the model for the treehouse. I discussed the basic ideas with George, over a couple of glasses of wine and gleaned some of his experience that will help with the next stage of the design. I will need to get a good stock of chardonnay. 
Another Lifetime to go 