Gift from the sea

"Polackpappy has sunk to a new low in trashpicking," announced McMumsy, supine on the sofa watching a rerun of What Not to Wear. Pp was 20 miles out to sea, fishing with his friend Dennis the Menace, when he saw something bobbing of the corner of the bow. the Menace pulled closer and they fished it out -- 100 pounds of bench, nice thick wood, light blue (though a lot of the paint was gone). It was worn and soft, like sea glass -- it's sea furniture!

It's now sitting under a tree in the front yard, hidden. Poor Pp has been told he must give it away as it is "trash, trash, trash!" Dr. Moo did not inherit the gahr-bahhhhhge pickin' gene, which comes solely from the Polish side of the family, but I sure did. At last count I had a lamp (worth 150 bucks apparently!), two dining room chairs, a folding bookshelf, an ironing board, and a spatula, all tossed aside by others.

Of course I found my treasures on the sidewalk. It's like we're undergoing a special Polish evolution, jumping from the land into the water as opposed to growing legs and crawling ashore.