Is that significant or poetic? I don't know. I am obsessed with things and their histories. If the table didn't go into the trash, it might puzzle someone who ended up with it: what happened to that other leg?
I realize I have better things to do and accomplish besides speculating on the history of things. But it does forever amuse me. Perhaps the fact of having a history, even if I neither know it nor can imagine it, is like pheromones to my eyes and aesthetics. New things are so very "tabula rasa."
I think these candlesticks are from an altar in a Catholic Church. They have bleeding hearts and Masonic symbols on them. They need to be cleaned up.
Melissa found a completely cool black Bakelite clock. I found this porcelain number. Nice. Not sure if I will keep it or try to sell it.
I started reading Boccaccio's Decameron again. This is the opening line of the prologue:
"To take pity on people in distress is a human quality which every man and woman should possess, but it is especially requisite in those who have once needed comfort, and found it in others."