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.