A TALE OF TWO TABLES...

Good Morning...

Before we start today's post

 here are the videos 

that I promised you from last week.

  Thanks to

 Kim (Exquisitely Unremarkable)

and Betsy (Betsy's Wildwood Home).

 They were such great helps 

and made the process much easier 

than I was trying to do.

Thank you, ladies, 

for your much appreciated knowledge.

So,

 turn up your volumes and 

enjoy the 

force and beauty

 of nature:

The north fork of

 the Yuba River 

after recent rain storms.

Here is Kai 

trekking up the hill from the river.

 When his tail is out of the way 

you can see how his right, rear foot

 is turned inward and,

 if you listen closely, 

you can actually hear 

the dragging of his foot 

on the asphalt.

  

His little front legs

are working so hard and

 you can see where the nickname,

 "Wobblebutt" 

comes from. 

 Bless his heart, 

he is a real trooper.

FYI: 

After publishing this post, 

I noticed that another video came up

 on the screen after mine had finished.

 I tried to correct this 

but (here again)

 was unable to sort it out 

and wanted to just get it done.

 So, if, you just hit the replay 

under the video 

it will take you back to mine.

(I hope, as there is no way to check the video before publishing, that I know of).

Now,

 on to today's 

scheduled post:

A TALE OF TWO TABLES...

Once upon a time, 

there was an old game table 

that many a 

poker playing, gun slinging, cowboy 

had sat around

 playing the hands that life 

had dealt them.  

How many 

saloons and poker parlors

 it had graced before

 it turned up at the Cottage 

will never be known but, 

when it moved in, 

it knew it had found a home.

  It started out in the kitchen, 

a room that looked like 

it had been 

chewed up and spit out...

...a couple of the matching chairs

 were set up in the sitting room/bedroom 

that also looked like

 something the cat had drug in - 

and so started the table,

 and our, 

life 

at the Cottage.

After time,

 the old table and chairs 

got some new paint and 

sat in a place of honor 

in the sitting room/minus bedroom. 

 It stayed there for awhile,

 then moved back 

to the kitchen...

...which had gotten

 a make-over also 

since the 

"old days".

Along the way,

 another old drop-leaf table

 found its way into the Cottage.

  Well, not exactly "into" the Cottage but,

 for a few years,

 on a side porch 

where bird houses were perched and 

where remnants of old 

orange and green paint

 flaked away.

After awhile, 

a screened porch

 was added to the back of the Cottage

 in the Secret Garden and

the little drop-leaf 

went from one porch to another, 

this time with the addition of

 two pressed back chairs 

and a new coat of stain.

Meanwhile, 

back at the ranch,

 the sitting room got another make-over

 so the game table came back in and 

now sits there, 

looking like it never left...

...and the little drop-leaf

 left the screened porch and

 went south for the winter

 into the kitchen.

For those of you 

who are still following along and

 don't mind staying awhile longer

 to see that...

...spring has come to the Cottage 

and the daffodils 

have finally made a little showing and

 they have come into the Cottage

 to celebrate the season 

on top of the...

...newly painted 

farm house table,

formerly known as the little drop-leaf,

 and I think 

I'm in love!

Two tables, 

both with a long history, 

have settled in for the time being and 

will have more stories to tell

 before they are through.

The moral of the story is:

Don't ever expect 

to wear only one hat in this life -

 Time is fleeting and 

it is magically changing

 all the while.

...Judy...

Just as I was publishing this post, news of another shooting has been announced. Oddly, enough, it is by YouTube headquarters in San Bruno, California. 

And some have the guts to say that the youth of this country are just paid actors. Wise up, America! 

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