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Painting Furniture

I spent the day painting
a table that I had found in
front of a cathedral one
Saturday afternoon which
I then somehow managed
to move a few blocks (about
a quarter of a block at a time)
until I reached a direct bus,
hauled it and myself into the bus
holding onto the table for dear

life as we careened the streets
of San Francisco until we were 

deposited, me and that heavy 

table, directly in front of 

the Asian Art Museum, which

is across 8th Street from the 

Civic Center, but which also,
oh so fortunately, happens to 
be directly across McAllister 

Street from The Abigail, as well.

And The Abigail is is where I have 

lived now for nearly a year.  There

I painted the table the same acrylic,

chrome orange, that I had just a
few months ago painted the much
smaller more decorative table that
I had found one afternoon lighting
up a Hayes Valley sidewalk, which
I also grabbed and brought to the
apartment into which I had quite 

recently turned into my home.  Now 

my home has matching orange (al

most red) tables beside my bed,
which I, also just this afternoon,
made fresh with linens patterned
with white flowers embedded with

in a lilac background.  And it is 

springtime in San Francisco. 

Especially so in the lovely and 

now more colorful apartment 

in which I have lived now for 

nearly a year.