Getting the table out of here is taking quite a bit of effort, but it will be worth it, I know. Since it’s solid oak, there is no way I can get it out the door, and the donation pick-up guys cannot cross the threshold. *sigh*
I will be faced with the same thing when I empty the hutch, too.
I was at the thrift store looking for forks and saw a decorative plate that I was going to get for my niece who was born in 1976. It was $10 so I had to put it back. She is my favorite niece, though all of the offspring of Ann are “special” to me. I felt bad, but hope to some day run across another one...it had the commemoration data and people in the center and the calendar months around the rim.
Her birthday was yesterday, so it would have been perfect.
That seems nuts. Couldn’t you step out of the apartment, close your eyes, and act surprised after they used telekinesis to move the furniture out?