Rearranged some of the stuff in ye boathouse until my balance system sprang a warning in my noggin. It sweetly asked, “Do you want to land on the cement floor in here?” A few years ago I fell back from some stairs in a basement. Cracked some ribs. Don’t need that. Thank you very much. So I assumed the position of sitting.
Once again the question: can you tell your life story in coffee mugs? Perhaps. Sunny jim here is from a long ago shopping visit to Eaton’s Don Mills. When I was a kid, my Mom would cart us over there. But this little fella is from later days. The U of T item was purchased post graduation to remind me of my terrible effort as an attempted scholar. I have tried harder since then.
Lurking in background, an old Underwood model No. 5 purchased as a castoff from the Huronia Museum.