Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Out with the Old, In with the New

Deb:

I'd had the coffee table for thirty-three years. It held special memories.

  • My oldest son had used a pencil to carve his first picture that looked like anything into the wood on top. It was a circle with stick arms and legs sticking out. At the time I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry; to praise or punish. Years of wood polish had covered the evidence. The little man was no longer visible, but I still could point to the exact spot.
  • It's drawer held photos from years of birthday parties, Christmas celebrations, picnics, and graduations waiting to be put into albums.
  • I could recall the fragrance of hundreds of flowers carefully arranged into elegant (and some not so elegant) bouquets that had graced its surface.

More recently, Freckles found comfort perched on the flat platform under one end of the table and she enjoyed nibbling on the magazines that rested on the other (magazines we had left there for her to chew and to think she was getting away with something!)

But, polish no longer hid the marks and dents of thirty years of family living. I was tired of having an eyesore in the middle of my living room. I knew exactly what I wanted to purchase to replace it. I didn't know how Freckles would take the change.

8 comments:

The Meezers said...

Freckles, we all know that YOU has to haf the final werd

Sam, Willow ,Samantha and Tabitha said...

uh oh - take care not to disturb the delicate balance of bun life, maybe you should save the older one for her to , um , enjoy.

Glenna said...

Oh, no! How could you!? You know that bunnies don't like change! Uh, oh.....

divakitty said...

Change? Change is not allowed.

Deb Shucka said...

Maybe you should give her the old table. Wait, she'd need it right where it was. Never mind. I hope you don't miss it too much - it sounds like a member of your family.

RoadBunner said...

I get sentimental over everything, too!

The Bunns said...

Bawahahahahaha ... Freckles like change??? .... Bawahahahahaha

furrybutts said...

Uh-oh.. change is not good. Unless you replace the table with a pile of her favourite treats..