Table Talk

I think that, more than most people, my mind whirls around in weird circles and off into weird tangents. I never know what will pop into it, or out of it rather, completely out of context.

To wit: Sue has been re-organizing her jewellry work area way down there in the basement. Space is at a premium, so she rigged up an old piece of board on top of containers which were on top of a futon for times when her desk is already full. She doesn't require this space continually, but since it's a pain to rig up, she leaves it up.

At the same time, we have ordered some new living room chairs, and we have been contemplating how to arrange them and if we need new end tables and/or a new coffee table.

At first blush ... as well as the second, third and fourth ... these two happenstances would not appear to correlate, yet my mind made an odd but happy leap just recently.

As we sat in the living room, Sue brought up the end table talk once again.

But my mind didn't go there.

No. At the mention of table, my mind tripped back to a fold out metal table that my mother had in her basement many years ago.

So, in a terribly non sequiturish sorta way, I replied to Sue's question about end tables by referring to this other table.

Oddly enough, she thinks it is a perfect idea because it would be a larger and firmer work surface that could easily be put out of the way most of the time. So, she went online, saw that such devices are still available, and plans to purchase one at the first opportunity.

So, in this case, my somewhat malfunctioning brain was actually helpful.

It happens so rarely that I though I should blog about it.