I love the cycle of free stuff in this town. I have no idea if other towns do this quite so much; I certainly don't remember people leaving little piles of stuff in front of their houses with cardboard signs exclaiming "FREE" on them where I grew up. Maybe I just wasn't paying attention. Whether it's a thing that other people in other towns do or not, people here do that all the time (when the weather's good for it anyway). One of our neighbors, who lives in the most intensely wooded city lot I have ever seen, in a falling apart house with broken windows, is clearing out some very strange and wonderful things. Including this old, old children's school desk. It was filthy when I carried it home. There was a spider living inside. One leg is about an inch and a half shorter than the others-even though the little metal baseplate is still on the bottom of the leg? Like it's always been this short?-so it is resting on a roll of Scotch tape. Klassy. I like my bedside reading, too: Frog and Toad, Angelina Ballerina, Beatrix Potter, John le Carre. The baby really likes espionage novels. I think at some point I will attach a little peg to the leg, but instead of trying to blend the finishes I will paint it flourescent pink or something. Anyway, love. Free love.