I was putting this table together today, and one of the legs fell down and made a clatter that scared poor Thunder, who leaped like a cat up onto the couch and then couldn't figure out how to get down. I eventually got him down and finished up with the table, which I think looks good although I will probably see if I can get Mike to shorten the legs for me.
Of note: The typewriter came from Gramps's house. It was the typewriter they used at Jeffirs Motor Company, so it was used by Gramps, Gram, Grandpa Jeff, and even my mom (who remembers helping type up invoices on it). It doesn't work anymore, but it means so much to me to have it.
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