If local thrift stores don’t spend the entire months of May and August Dumpster diving around town, they really ought to. Last night there was a perfectly good table – almost identical to my dining room table, but (badly) painted a luscious shade of green – abandoned next to the trash outside my old apartment. If I owned a truck, that table would be mine. I just don’t think I could have squeezed it into a Saturn already overstuffed with junk.
If I had a slightly larger porch, that thing would have made an excellent outdoor writing table.
Missed opportunities… alas.