Frank is studying a piece of wood, found in this drift wood pile on a beach near us. Umm…if only he could find 4 more pieces like this one, he could make us a new (old) dining room table. Or instead he could make me a frame for a painting. I love “finds”..something free or nearly, that you can change into something funky for your home. My mother was the queen of reworking Goodwill and Salvation Army furniture finds, and I still look at things in that light, but we truly don’t need more furniture. Perhaps we need a garage instead, and Frank and I could remake used furniture and sell it? antique, junk dealers? ahh, I like the sound of it. But would it pay for the cost of building the garage? in our lifetime?