Our dining room table is constantly "under construction" meaning it's the landing place for everything that comes in the door. I can't actually tell you the last time Jimmyredhed and I shared a meal together at this table. As I work from home on Thursdays, Wednesday night becomes my cleaning night. This is after I had already picked up a big. Let's see what I see ::
a motorcycle helmet, (2) winter coats, Jimmy's bag, a camera case, a picture frame, a vintage cheese grater (used for laundry soap making), a box of reels (thrifted over the weekend), the mail, my keys, and the tray with salt and pepper that actually belongs on the table.
I worked diligently all day to clean off the table, but no matter how hard I try, things just keep ending back up on the table.
Case in point . . .