See that card table?
I didn’t.
Even though I passed it fifty (or 700) times before I actually moved it.
Even though I jumped out of my skin when it got knocked over by someone else walking by who isn’t quite as adept at Slob Walking/Clutter Avoidance.
A metal table falling flat onto a wood floor makes a rather loud and startling noise.
The first time I heard it was at one of our home group meetings, back in November.
Last week, when working on this room (as a project), I finally moved the offending/falling/startling table to the garage.
Where it goes.
Where I would look for it if I needed it.
A whole ten feet away.
Really. Some things just need to get moved. The first time they become visible. (Or audible.) I have no idea why I waited until it was part of a project.
Whatever. Now it has been moved.
