A number of things draw attention and prompt intervention. In this case it was a layer of dust on a number of surfaces including the floor, a general ennui with the arrangement of the objects, a wish to reacquaint with the objects.
Bringing the underlying unit into full view and giving it a good dusting felt wonderful. It's an old typewriter table and, as I was paying it attention (a worthwhile investment), I recalled where I had purchased it and how I had discovered its quirks (missing one flap; a mechanism that lets down legs so the wheels are 'locked' against the floor). And I wondered where it had been in service, what kind of office, who had used it, when.
The brace for both fold-downs are still there and some thought occurred that the unit might find a more functional use closer to its intended original purpose; perhaps house a sewing machine which could be rolled around. Hmm. But then I decided the fold-down suited, folded-down, as well.
The device for lowering the feet so the wheels don't roll is simple and satisfying. It also makes a nice clank when it hits the floor and I can imagine it adding a different din to the sound of manual typewriters. (And as I type now on my oh-so-easy keyboard with its almost silent operation I find I am smiling at the memory of offices where the typewriters were ….. noisy and required pressure and white-out for mistakes).
Instructions on the bottom for assembling the base; and the mysterious marks Value Village put on their merchandise.
Everything got put back where it had been. A shift in energy. A change in awareness. The scented geranium is turned a bit differently and will make the adjustment to the light. The leaf shadows will perform differently on the wall. Something has been satisfied.