“Remoted” – Workday 78 / Day 106 (Tuesday)

It was a day of progress at the work desk with files delivered and things approved. Beyond the office, Neighbor Guy is installing the vinyl picket fence between our yards, making great progress and doing a terrific job. It will be done soon, and we can say goodbye to the four-years-old, now mangled rabbit wire that currently separates our respective canines. When the fence is in, I can thin and relocate flowers from the front yard to the back before the front yard picket fence goes in.

"Elegant and modern"
wine holder.

The “elegant and modern” oak wine rack arrived with some assembly required. It was a quick project, even with discovering the misinterpretation of the hieroglyphic instructions halfway through and the one compulsory screw in every project that doesn’t want to screw in right. The red wines are now safely housed in the kitchen in a rack that dresses up the décor as promised, or at least as compared to the cardboard packing trays on the dining table. The rack is presently set atop a wooden shelf thing to maximize counter space and because clearly I don’t know how to measure and the rack takes up far less vertical space than I estimated.

The rack may be relocated to the dining room buffet, but we’ll see. There is presently too much stuff on the buffet to deal with right now, including half a million candles, a forgotten Christmas decoration, and a flatware chest full of dining and serving utensils that has traveled halfway across the country and back and never been used. 

China lives in the buffet. 

In the olden days of my first marriage, there was the traditional registry with the customary English fine bone china, crystal, and flatware.  Mom and Mummu planned and ordered and celebrated each major gift giving event with pieces of the almost-complete set. Plates, vegetable bowls, sugar bowls, creamers, and napkin rings. And I’ve been dragging it around ever since. Never use it, but for sentimental reasons, can’t bear to part with it. And nobody else wants it, so there’s that. It's an anchor of sorts, made of fine bone china.

Maybe it’s time to start eating from gold trimmed china. If it didn’t require hand washing, I’d probably have been using it all along.