One of the perils of having people in your house is water rings. Usually, I don't fret too much about this kind of thing. Someone was sweet enough to bring me a nice plant and didn't think about sitting it on the table. The fact is this, the piece of furniture is a vintage end table that is one of a pair that was in my uncle's house for years and he was soooo careful with his things, that I really wanted to fix it.
I'll give you all a break from funeral stories and such for this post, but next post I'll tell you about my little friend Adam and how he helped me with some closure. Be back soon.