Woke up today with that wonderful sole crushing malaise that no free time, no money and lack of achievement gives you… That self-indulgent “why me?” feeling…. Lots of reasons for it, some real, some under my control and just a couple of the universe taking cheap shots at me…. So I drink some coffee, chat with a mate and drink some more coffee…. Not quite in a mood to kick myself in the arse and get on with it, in fact indulging in a bit of self punishment by denying myself a headache tablet, even though it feels like I have an arrow through my head….
So I hit the second-hand shops… Maybe it is some kind of shopping high without really spending anything, or some kind of chance based mood enhancer, a bit like gambling… If I hit some Op-Shops and find “rusty gold” then obviously Karma is in my corner and I can continue my day with an emotional bullet proof vest… If I find nothing I am obviously deemed to be hollow inside and unworthy of the universal horse shoes of luck….
Must have served my penance for a while then? I have been on the hunt for a portable massage table for a while…. found one… mentioned to a friend who got excited because he thought I was selling it…. I wasnt… but sure enough I found another one half an hour later…. Six months without seeing one and two turn up….
I have also been looking for a portable table/desk for working in front of the telly in the warm room during the Bathurst winters… everything I have found is either too small, too expensive or to new (I know that last one shouldnt be an issue)…. So while struggling to the op-shop counter with my second massage table of the day, I stubbed my toe on a 60’s fold away school desk that was almost covered by blankets…. It is the perfect height, size and look (and I know the last one shouldn’t be an issue either)….
I really couldn’t have ordered a better desk…. So feeling a bit more at peace with the universe I decided to push my luck with one more visit to a op-shop… Hanging on the wall is an old drafting arm…. of pretty much the exact era to match the vintage NIKE drafting table…. The universe decided i wasn’t having it all my own way, so the arm is orange and not green…. but I really dont mind….