Furniture Redistribution

On Sunday, I got to feeling sorry for the loveseat/chair again on the grounds that it was a nice, sunny day and there it was sitting all alone.  So I took it a wicker basket, a vase of sunflowers in desuetude, and an old coffee cup to keep it company.  The wicker basket, turned upside down, made a passable table, and it was destined for a trip to the dump within a week.  The sunflowers, which had seen better days (and here it is is on one of them) felt like pretty much a match for the chair.  They were contained in an old spaghetti sauce jar.  And the cup?  Well, it's one I like and it had a nice carousel horse on it, but I was willing to leave it there to see what happened to it.

I sat in the chair for a moment, imagining myself drinking out of the cup and looking at the passing parade: another Point Roberts Roadside Attraction.  And then left all the stuff to their own devices for the rest of the day.  After dark, Ed decided he wanted to take some more pictures of the sunflowers and dragged them and their jar back in the house.  And the cup, too.  He liked the cup and felt it had a day's worth of adventures.  The wicker basket remained.

On Monday morning, the wicker basket was still there with the chair.  And on Monday afternoon, it had disappeared, while the chair remained.  Later in the afternoon, friends of mine from ROTUS came by to pick up a sewing machine and, as we delivered it to their car, there in the back seat was the wicker basket.  They have a a small car, so I didn't encourage them to take the chair, too.  But now I'm going to be looking for another temporary table.